I have lived with my daughter and her family since 2010 in an autonomous “nanny unit” in the basement of their house—an apartment full of crafts, laptops, and travel mementos. We are connected by a staircase leading up and down from the first floor. My granddaughter was three when I retired from academia and joined them. She wrote this ode to me this Valentine’s Day, February 14, 2022. It is for me the definition of love.
Dalma who writes books like a never-ending abyss
And asks who loves her
Who is the ABCs and reading
Who is the world and English papers
Whose hands are like feathers
Is not here to talk today
Who calls me to say I love you
Who compliments me to say you’re gorgeous
Whose mind is like steel
Can’t come talk today
Travels the world day in day out
Who still walks all around
Is busy
Is a doorframe leading to a staircase
Is gone go away
Doesn’t hang around anymore
Is hiding underneath piles of paper
Who speaks to the world
Is walks and naps and clothes galore
Who goes up the stairs and down and maybe again
Is the book that is written and is never ending
Asking who loves her
Who loves her who
Carole J. Garrison 
Beautiful!:)
Warm, figurative, poetic
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thank you Anar…hope you guys are safe…and okay
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