It was time to get dressed but this morning Nana lingered. Coffee cup full, uneaten breakfast. Without a word she pulled Granddaughter closer and lifted her to her lap. Sighs, hugs, I love you’s, kisses to cover a mountain. Neck, forehead, shoulder, toe.
Mother reminded Granddaughter it was time to go. Grandma and Granddaughter’s hands released, a magnetic force separated by a gentle tug. Grandson was next. Sighs, hugs, I love you’s, kisses to cover a valley. Cheek, elbow, nose, ankle.
Mother returned with a look of apologetic urgency. One last embrace of Grandson, this time a burst of bright red cherries. Buckled in car seats, Nana appeared at the doorway, bathrobe clenched in one hand and another outstretched.
A cheer squad of one, waving.
Engine on, down the driveway, waving, waving.
Nana in the driveway now, waving, waving, waving.
Gas pedal on, waving, waving, waving, waving,
as the car drove into the day.