Laugh, Cry
Little Granddaughter crawls under our covers. 'I love Nam-ma,' she says. Her christening dress lies on the floor, a sweet froth of lace. At the font she scooped up water and washed her mother. At the party she danced past her bedtime. (She also licked and returned several sausage rolls, but I've little sympathy, if you must eat all that pastry and processed meat.) At Granma's house she slept for twelve hours. After she is returned to her mother, and settled on a sofa looking at cards and presents: 'Oh, s'nice,' she waves goodbye without looking. Good Granmas understand: they are stoic by nature, and loving. 'Thank you Mum,' Girl says. She will make a fine Granma one day. There is this, and our next Grandbaby due in 8 days, and our next wedding in 5 days, and I need to get shoes, and something to make my hair so pretty. And then there is my beautiful friend, and my fatherless godson, that bereavement, how can that not be on my