Grandma's laces
by Elizabeth Challinor
Today
I walk slowly
Feeling my feet
Make contact with the ground
Notice pink and purple flowers
A young boy picking dandelions in front of a block of flats
His mother, waiting patiently to drive him to school
Standing by the open car door
Next to the recycling bins
A young girl kneeling down to tie grandma's laces
Perhaps grandma is a neighbour
Mother is a sister or family friend
It doesn't matter
What does matter
That seemingly insignificant moment
We forget to savour
In this cruel, troubled world
