Advice from a Grandson

My son sits beside my mother
at the kitchen table, a sunny October morning.
She, 93, sips her coffee.
Mom has macular degeneration of the retina
says she sees shapes/shades, but we forget all that;
she is so adept at seeming to see.
Nick reaches over, says, “Mima,
try lifting your coffee cup with your left hand,”
takes the mug, places it in her left
supports from underneath while she lifts
sips, nods.
“Your right hand shakes,” he remarks
“but I notice your left hand doesn’t.
Keep practicing. This hand will get stronger;
keep practicing,” Nick grins at her,
“and soon you can be juggling like me.”