ELLIE LAND
In
my daughter’s kitchen,
we
view dire culmination
of
family reunion feast.
Dishes waiting to be washed
sink waiting to be scrubbed
floors waiting to be swept.
A
honey-hued mass of curls
bounces
by, hazel eyes gaze up,
as
a small hand reaches out,
“Grandma,
come play
hide-and-seek
I
place her three-year-old hands
in
my sixty-plus-year-old hands,
and
chase off to play her tender game
leaving
her mother
to
the drudgery of the colossal
kitchen
clatter.
I
cover
my
eyes,
count,
“Onetwothreefourfive,
sixseveneightnineten.
Here I come to find Ellie.”
Then
it’s my turn to hide
in
the Never Never Land
of
childhood
and
escape
the
Ever Ever Land
lying
ahead of me.
If
only I could stay hidden here,
safe,
and forever young,
in
Ellie Land.
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