Divine Dialect by A. Paige White MaMaw and Nana Leslie and Paige Met together today in the most perfect harmony. We met and immediately shared our hearts with each other in the most blessed intimate communion. Two sets of blue eyes, crinkled at the corners Stare deeply into the mirrored eyes of one another Not old Not young Filled with and reflecting love’s most perfect gift in life; The grandson. She shares her tears and points to the red swollen goose egg on the side of his head Humbly confessing she cried more than he did. Immediate understanding and commiseration is exchanged. We both have long since adopted the Logan tone It would be embarrassing if we cared what people thought. It’s an unstoppable reflex. We’ve already lived through the victories and defeats of the children. Awareness and voice switch into grandson dialect. The grand parade of significance has begun. 5 mosquito bites All pointed to and marked down in indelible ink of Nana brain. Mamaw brain must explain the ant bite on the ankle PaPaw let him get in the ant bed when they were “working”. Another communal glance. Men, PaPaws and Pops included, do not understand the fragile nature of the grandchild/nature relationship. When there is a definitive lack of MaMaw/Nana supervision Boy stuff will likely take place. 09/01/2006 Author's Note: Perfect love has not been attained until the first grandchild is embraced. Dusting for thumb prince... ~;-> Posted on 09/02/2006 Copyright © 2025 A. Paige White Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)