She touches me as if I'm rock or tree immune to time and gravity, impervious to woe. The twenty years we’ve left (with luck and grace) invisible to her. In her constant now our cardinal sings the mac ‘n cheese is hot. We walk the stones in her backyard our sacred spot. She will have time enough to seek me in rocks and trees when I’m gone. Today she leans against my jeans and turns me briefly immortal.
A WELL TRAVELED HEART 
This is so beautiful and touching, Cynthia. I will be saving this one.
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I love this Cynthia. I have two granddaughters and I fear I will not live to see them married or even launched into a career and thriving. I live far from them both and see them, if I am lucky once a year. They are so dear to me. I only hope that I am dear to them as well.
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Thank you, Marti. I doubt if I will still be here when Elsa is grown up. I live far from her now and it pains me. There is a special bond between grandparents and grandchildren. I am sure you are dear to your granddaughters.
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Thank you, Becky.
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That is so sweet Cindy. It makes me think of Audrey and how much I miss her.
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That is beautiful. Your grandchildren are so very lucky to have you.
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Thank you!
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