Another generation of females captivates my husband
as our granddaughter watches over, arms folded, index finger on cheek
when he bends down to fix the bike sprocket, or sorts through the kitchen drawers
to find the wrench to tighten the training wheel bolts, and I can see
him as the big brother to his sister in '53, try to
patch the family with hand tools, or later, in '63, hood open
to his mother's Ford as he leans in to check the oil on dipstick,
the water level in the radiator so she can drive away.