A Dream-y Pistle to my Grandchildren

Dear Grandchildren: Must write to you about an experi­ence I had when most of you were at our house last Mother’s Day. After that heavy Sunday dinner you must have noticed that I went to relax in my rocking chair in the corner of the family room. I closed my eyes in order to listen better to your chatter, but I must have dropped off to sleep because what I was hearing from your innocent lips could only happen in a dream. I dreamed (or did I?) that you were criticizing Charlene and her cousin...