By Nina Bennett
You sat at your computer, watched me
play with our granddaughter,
listened to us invent a world
of mermaids and magic wands
where dreams bloom large as sunflowers.
You knew you would leave in two days.
Surrounded by our laughter
that, like wind chimes,
turns air into music,
did your hand pause on the keyboard,
for one moment did you reconsider,
hesitate before you typed
serve her tomorrow
and clicked send?
Copyright 2014 Bennett