When I stopped the bus to pick up little five year old Chris for preschool,
I noticed an older woman hugging him as he left the house.
"Is that
your grandmother?" I asked Chris when he boarded.
"Yes," Chris said.
"She's come to visit us for Christmas."
"How nice," I said. "Where
does she live?"
"At the airport," Chris replied. "Whenever we want her
we just go out there and get her."
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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