Glee

A poem about jubilant delight

Photo by Jordan Whitt

Happy Monday, Substack Friends,

I hope your weekend was filled with whatever adds to your joy and contentment. Mine definitely was! I got to spend time with grandsons. How can that not be joyful? To fill you in, I’m 64 and lucky to hang out with grandchildren somewhat regularly. Because I want to be actively involved in their lives and I’ve learned that nothing keeps the body moving better than moving the body, every day I walk, do yoga and/or water aerobics. My joints thank me, my muscles are strong, my balance is steady and I can kind of keep up with the kids. (Although they know I no longer have “running knees” :-))

When I have the 18-month old, I try to imitate his physical antics, providing one of the best workouts possible. He thinks it’s hilarious. And so do I. This poem is the result of a couple days together - two of the happiest recent days, for sure.

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Glee

I hung out with an 18-month old

Re-remembered joie de vivre

We lay on the floor

Rolled toward the door

Saw the sky

Heard the birds

Smelled the sea

We giggled, smiled,

Eyed each other seriously

As I learned again, simply to be

Happy.

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If you see a little kid and it’s not too weird, try to imitate his every move. I guarantee, you’ll giggle. And if you’re brave enough, share your experience here with me. I wanna giggle with you, too!

Have a great week, friends!