So, here I sit.
so prestine
empedimet of beauty
and grace.
Coolest grandma
because WE play.
A garbage can,
a couple sheets of paper
and creative folding
our paper footballs
are ready to color.
my grandson's
red stripped ball
looked fast and tight.
Mine?
Yellow with black
lightning bolts
on each side.
We were proud.
We were READY!
I showed
my grandbaby
how to flick
and kick his ball.
I practice
shooting at the bucket.
six inches away
no issues.
A foot away
no issues
just giggles.
The thwapping continued
The laughing
silly.
One last punt
I said
and the one
who goes further
gets the
gummybear.
Left hand holding
my yellow and black
paper football.
I pinch
my middle finger
to my thumb
as I count us down.
five, four, three, two, one,
go *thwap*
My middle finger
decided
the wooden block
had to go too.
The conection
was right on point,
but the force
died at impact
and the wooden block stayed.
Sheer pain rose
as the tendon tore
and I stood
in amazement
of my freshly
aquired wound.
A flick
not flipping
someone off
is the reason
for my
middle finger
surgury blues.
I only flicked it,
About the Creator
Sheila L. Chingwa
Welcome to my world.
Welcome to my thoughts.
I am proud to be a Native American Elder born and raised in Northern Michigan. Thanks to my hard work I have a B.A. in Education and a Masters in Administration and Supervision in Education.
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It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
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Not sure I ever engaged in this, but I would like to know more about the medical outcome. ;)
Great job, to the coolest 😎 Grandma ❤️❤️