“Do you know, Grandpa, this book has seventeen
chapters, and I’m on chapter fifteen,
‘The Forbidden Forest’?” “I didn’t,” I say,
“That’s excellent!” and this seven year old,
who has mastered the use of apostrophes,
curls up, like the proverbial worm
on the sofa, and continues to read
‘Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone’.
I am re-reading, in English, ‘Le Grand Meaulnes’.
In the garden, using extended loppers,
Grandma is cutting choice blooms from a rose
we have had some thirty years,