Grandma's laces

Grandma's laces

by Elizabeth Challinor


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

Elizabeth Challinor