Three generations gathering together at least once or twice a week.
Grandma P.’s small apartment in a town not too far away.
We come together, always searching for something to bind us closer,
A bridge of sorts to connect our souls.
Today we did feel some success, cell phones tucked away by the two teenagers,
not escaping out. My directions stepping out of the car, give Grandma your
undivided attention, she deserves it!
I find myself as the mother, and the daughter, the one in the middle of this gap.
It can be a very snug spot to sit, but I made a huge realization today.
I am the bridge, the stepping stone of sorts to connect us…our three different generations.