Cured

Grandma! the word wraps me in bubbly warmth – an invasion of limbs impress upon my heart – best mood-altering prescription ever! (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter.  Follow me @Vjknutson.  Image from personal collection.)

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Grandma To The Rescue

September is chilly mornings and classroom routines, cardigans dragged home, and the onset of colds. Grandma packs her bag with activities to distract, a soup to boost bodies and an apple crisp fresh from the oven. Some days the best education comes snuggled under warm blankets with inter-generational love. (For Ragtag Communty’s daily prompt: crisp. […]

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Grandmother Vase

Pot-bellied, am I: misshapen by age and gravity – more rot than plump ripe pear – still, a vessel for love – grandmotherly vase.   (Image from personal collection)

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Advocate for Wonder

I know what infinity means: it’s one hundred plus one. Voice of innocence serene her sense of self of life’s complexities. Should borrow from her, embrace that confidence, but worry intervenes. How do we preserve the wonder of youth, save her from cynicism? That it is! I reply, my smile a warm hug – vow to […]

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Love-In

Dreams big this budding leader, astral charts painted on her walls, thoughts always adventuring. Eight summers we’ve camped together grown our minds and spirit – an inter-generational love-in. (It’s summer camp time at Grandma’s again.  Written for Ragtag Community’s prompt, astral, and Fandango’s, camp.)

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Looking Back

Years when children, perpetually in motion, required a referee – Mom’s energy replete so ephemeral now – time having vanished, weariness lingering, savouring memory blurs. (Inspired by my grandchildren, and the prompts of Ragtag Community: ephemeral, and Fandango: referee. Image from personal collection.)

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A Child Glows

Child, delightful youth, my heart’s jewel, you are light-bearer, hope for the future – antics haphazard, laughter contagious, spreading joy, sparking imagination – I pray that your spirit remains joyously vibrant, that reality dawns gently – does not spoil the radiance of your glow. (Written in honour of my granddaughters, for dVerse pub, where Lillian […]

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All I Need

All I need is a pair of pink boots, the audacity to wear my hair as if no one is looking, the nonchalance to wear skirts even on the days I plan to climb, to adopt a no-limits, thumbs-up attitude and smile triumphant as if my world is a bubble of contentment, needs met, and […]

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One

Laughter bright as yellow dresses, curiosity and endless play, mind and spirit constant delight – this is a one-year-old. (For my  youngest granddaughter.  I miss all my babies.)

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Parental Passage

Carefully we construct security for offspring, add luxuries to entertain, accommodate growth with additions, play host to revolving-door friends. And yet, we are graded on performance – met or unmet expectations – help up against a stack of other super parents – silhouettes of perfection. Still, we celebrate growing aspirations, sprouting family, ignore the slanders, […]

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