Waiting for grandchildren

Or: disadvantages of having an imagination . . .

Until recently, my standard ripost was that
People over sixty with marriageable children
Still had sex
To guarantee they would have grandchildren.

All that has changed:
Now, waiting for grandchildren
Means waiting for the car to
Pull into the icy driveway.

That is my current preoccupation:
They started out over three hours ago,
And are now almost an hour overdue.

I picture carseats hurtling though windshields
Vehicles overturned in the ditch, occupants freezing
Blood, screaming, torn flesh, broken bones —
Ah, here they are.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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