Aboriginal Innocence

Sent to the bakery with a precious dime
to buy a loaf of Vienna bread…
and get 3 cents change…
I lost the dime.

Crying my eyes out, I walked up and back
on the double width sidewalk
looking for that dime.

A lady asked me what I was looking for.
Too embarrassed to tell her,
I kept walking, looking and crying.

She kept asking…and finally I told her.

She uncurled her fingers
and in the palm of her hand
lay my dime.

From then on,
I believed in angels.

What dreams do I have for my grandchildren, I wonder? And as I wonder and my thoughts wander, I really wonder how I have the temerity to dream about my grandchildren’s futures.

Will the world they live in have fewer borders with ideas and
people moving easily and freely through place and space?

Will the world be ever more subdivided with people
densely packed into restricted spaces?

Will they grow in wonderment at the smallest particles of our universe?

Will they look with amazement at the variety of living organisms in our macro-world and recognize their responsibility in maintaining this exciting beauty?

Will they continue to build upon the foundation built by their parents, of awareness of the needs of others less fortunate than they and continue to extend help in positive ways?

As they grow, will they learn to look inside themselves to help solve relationship problems?

Perhaps what dreams I have for my grandchildren can be summed up in a sentence.

May they continue to grow healthy in body with an always interested mind and thoughtful spirit, and may the glow from them help illuminate the world.

And let us say…Amen.

With Love,
Bubbe