“Grandma, you be the troll!”
Playing with
granddaughters
by swingset; two are
swinging, one is climbing
up ladder to slide.
I take my place
under slide platform
and patiently wait
for little “billy goat”
to walk above me;
“Who’s that tripping over my bridge?”
Linking to dVerse poets where Frank hosts a quadrille prompt on word “troll”.
a poem in my pocket 