Full Circle

I was exiting Trader Joe's

today

pushing my bright red cart

laden with good things,

already cooking up delicious

menus and anticipating

my first sip of a new wine.

A car was pulled up

to the curb, an elderly,

fragile looking woman

standing by her own red cart,

not so full as my own.

A younger woman,

decked out smartly in

cute jeans and tee was

energetically taking charge,

trunk popped open, 

ready to lift the groceries in

for her mother or grandmother.

I smiled at them 

wistfully ~

Wish I could help

my grandma.

Wish I lived closer 

to her.

Wish she still
 remembered me,
and how we loved
being together.

Suddenly my eyes stung

with tears

my smile fading

as I made my way

to the car.

After loading the

bounty into my SUV,

vehicle de la norme

for American suburban moms,

I happened to glance

over at another,

larger SUV, 

where a young father 

cradled a {very} 

new born baby ~

its little face red as it mewled.

The daddy was a big guy

probably six foot five
pacing slowly near his car
whispering
I love you and it's okay

A lion of a guy
a teeny baby
The tenderness was palpable.

Mama must have been

in Trader Joe's

Probably one of her

first big outings since

wee baby was born.

My smile came back,
remembering
 those days......

This was

life
dancing her full waltz

 reminding me
of her

infinite circle,

once again.

My beautiful grandma with her "baby," Linda.
Still a mommy {and always my grandma}
 at age 92.
I love you, Gigi.

images: 1& 4 google; 
 2-3, 5, 7-8 flickr {click for attribution}

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