Jenny's really gone batty with her Saturday Centus this time around. The only prompt is a picture (of sorts), and we've got 25 words to make sense of it. She calls it "Study in Black." I call it cruel!
She jerked awake.
Absorbed the night.
So dark it threatened her.
Fumbled for daylight.
Flipped a switch.
Bookie's comment made me want to add this note: The poem can be taken literally or figuratively. Blindness is one of my deepest fears. Both kinds.
These three grandkids of mine are full of fun, and I love each one dearly. Anyone who knows them would agree that they are energy, excitement, and enthusiasm personified. Incorporated, too. Yep, the electrifying presence of Jeremiah, Carli, and Bryce charges up (and drains!) this old grandma's batteries like nothing else in the world.
What's more, they make me laugh. Out loud and often.Every single one of them owns and is learning to wield a first-rate sense of humor, a good thing because it appears to be a requirement survival tool in this family. Their father, in fact, is certifiably crazy hilarious, a trait that got him out of more than a few scrapes in his younger years. (Got him into a few, as well.) He is also a big tease, as are these wonderful kids. Their mother, of course, is a saint for putting up with all of their shenanigans...and even documenting them via many of the wonderful photographs I share with you.
My three youngest children haven't tested the waters of parenthood yet. When they do, I will be every bit as dotty about their kids. And why not? I certainly can't control it, which is fine because I don't even want to. After all, uncontrollable (unconditional) love is what being a grandma's all about, right?