to the Big Lake Michigan
with grampa and the fat poodle Pierre
and the neighbor's German shepherd Duke
that grama called a police dog
On Sunday we could not do anything
grama and grampa were Dutch reformed
I was not but I still couldn't watch TV
I could walk with grampa in the woods
But that wasn't why I liked Sunday lake days best
I didn't really like Sunday at all because it was boring
But I did like being at the lake which was not boring
Sunday was best because it felt like it would never end
you could get lost and there is nothing like being
Big lake woods lost with grampa
I told grampa I wanted to live there forever
he said I'd soon get hungry and come home
it was nice to think of grama who never lake walked
waiting at home with lazy dogs
who had given up and sandwiches
But I still think about my Lake Michigan
back dune woods house made of
beach grass and driftwood
like homes children in Africa lived in
that I saw in Childcraft
My grandson Milo felt quite the same thing
when we went Sunday walkabout at Lake Michigan
We agreed we'd like to live there for always
in the big sand dunes with tall beach grass
in little forts we'd make for ourselves
I am very sure that the fort I saw
in my 5-year-old mind is the same
5-year-old he sees, many years later
If only there was the grama grampa house
with sandwiches and them waiting for us
I'm the grama now, making sandwiches
at the Omi-Opi house for after walk Sundays
I like that, seeing old loved faces in new people loved
I meet grama and grampa in them, again
such is the circle unbroken.
(love, Omi Sachteleben)
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