This is a question that a mother often asks to her children. That is why grandmothers are important to do the backup especial when her granddaughter has to work.

A poem to my granddaughter.

My first grand daughter was only two when I wrote this…

A story of love, loss and faith.

A short poem about drinks and grandmothers.

A Birthday poem for my granddaughter Alexus.

It really is the same routine everyday. Wakes up, drinks Ovaltine, stand’s on his head while listening to the stocks, brushes his teeth, goes to the Jonathon Club, swims a bunch of laps, unfortunately pees in the pool, arrives at Meryll Lynch by 10:30 am, works about four or five hours making 13 k a month taking financial “orders”, goes back to the Jonathon Club, kayaks in the ocean or goes to yoga class, then The Pearl Dragon or The Brass Cap for a cranberry juice…and you can say for Cliffy…Life is slow when the groove is on, tripping lights fantastic disco show.

My granddaughter and I took a walk to the creek on a hot March day and this is the story of our high adventure.

A story within a story…of mothers and daughters and grandmothers and granddaughter which transcends time. This is our story.

Dedicated to my eldest granddaughter.