middle age has a tough time turning to look
grands have no trouble
turning to grin at Nana-
but my son
has to follow my weird directions
and wonders ’bout my sanity
“face away”, he wonders
“from my mother on Mother’s Day”
with my biking shoes
and their LLBean boots
purchased for them by Nana- obliging,
diligently winking with side looks
back to the village that raises them.