Grandma & Grandson

I hope he remembers this moment. Tan faced toddler in shorts a t-shirt, arm fully extended from reaching up to grasp the hand of his grandmother. I know her town, palest skin, white curly hair, wearing a pink house gown, staring up at the sky as if she is staring down the heat, concentrating. The little boy knows nothing of the heat, the street, shows only joy on his face. His fingers playing in his mouth, watching my ruby car as I drive by; me, thinking, I hope he remembers this moment.