The Merry-Go-Round

"Go then," he says with a mischievous smile. "Go get on the merry-go-round, Grandma. I'll spin you." The grey hair bounces with the quick turn of her head, and dimples and shining eyes seem to erase all wrinkles for a moment. Gingerly, carefully, and hardly able to contain the joy, she perches on the edge of the rough metal and wraps her thin hands around the rusty pipe handles. "But..." "Oh, it's ok if I get dirty. I've been muddy plenty of times." "You ready?" Her shining smile speaks more than words ever could, as the merry-go-round spins slowly and squeakily under his calloused hands. And as he watches her abundant joy, he resolves to be like her some day. Content to watch the world spinning, yet always eager to join the fun.