The Power of a Grandmother
The little boy taps his fingers against his open palm,
making the baby sign language for “more.”
But it’s not nanners he wants or more pancakes.
Tap, tap he goes,
and says, “More choo-choo?”
We spend our days—Aubrey and his Gogi—racing to the window
when the choo-choo whistle blows.
We crane our necks to see.
The crossing arm lowers,
the red...