Thursday, March 17, 2022

Grandma

 


Sparked eyes,

Her life’s oceans,

Held within them

Ultimate love.


Sky’s graces matched,

Lights, the sun held

Each of us in turn,

Rocked above troubles.


Baked cookies, apple pie,

Open fire, marshmallows…

Above, the milky way,

Bed of a truck, the moon.


We laughed, dancing

As children, stealing

Kisses from eternity.

That is her gift.


Minds, we remember

reaching waves give, take,

Her time, our compass,

If we ever lose our way.


She is at the top of the Hill,

And it’s time for dinner.


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