NaPoWriMo Day 28: no prompt
Come Walk This Lane
We travel the road with smiles and song
two seniors, a little girl, and giggles galore.
Slowed by aging knees and cataracts
our steps hesitate on uneven ground.
Her six year prance, skips and tugs
a young colt straining against its reins.
Hands seasoned with brown age spots
grasp fingers fresh from popsicle licking.
The wheels on the bus go round and round
segways to Knock knock. Who’s there?
Elephants! Suddenly we’re swaying
makeshift trunks and holding tails.
Beware! Silliness is contagiously infectious
in close proximity to grandchildren.