By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
When you stack
seven stone perfectly,
you have reached
perfection in your life.
Now I teach my grandson
same life lesson.
I say to my grandson,
You see these seven stones
are all the same but each stone
is different in shape, form
color, texture and smell.
I watched him hold one of
the smaller stones to his nose.
My grandson wrinkled his nose
he sneezed quite indelicately
three times in a row, then lifted
another stone and another, having
sneezed only after sniffing
the smaller first stone the first time.
I tell my grandson to remember.