The Grandparents Weekly visit
By Trish Hubschman
It was Friday.
I had to rush home from school.
My Grandparents would be waiting.
Parked across the street at the dentist’s house.
“You’re late, kid,’ Grandpa would say,
A smile plastered on his face.
“No, I’m not,’ I’d retort.
I hate to wait till my last class ended.
Inside the house, we’d take our seats.
Grandpa on the couch, Grandma in a chair,
Me on the floor, TV set on.
We’d engross ourselves in soap operas.
Four-thirty on the nose,
Grandpa would tell Grandma to get in the kitchen.
It was Mom’s kitchen and not Grandma’s place.
I would stand up to Grandpa for her.
Grandma was probably flustered.
Grandpa loved it.
He teased me even more.
Mom was often peeved.
This went on for a few years,
Then Grandpa died.
I never watched a soap opera again.
I don’t think Grandma did either.
Note: My maternal grandfather was my best friend and I still miss him after nearly 40 years.
Trish Hubschman is the author of the Tracy Gayle mystery series: Tidalwave, Stiff Competition, Ratings Game, Uneasy Tides, and Gayle’s tales.
Trish is a graduate of Long Island University’s Southampton Campus and has a Bachelor’s degree in English-writing. She is deaf-blind and lives in Pennsylvania with her husband Kevin and their dog Henry.
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