My grandmother died two years ago today. It still hurts. She was the most intelligent, strong, creative, and elegant woman. She had the softest hands and made opening a can look sophisticated. She had cheekbones so high that they brushed the rim of her lower lashes. She raised four children and sent her husband off to war two times.
Are you there...looking down on me? Are you dissapointed in me or do I still make you smile?
Stories Untold
Experience has been a task mastered long ago
You have tales to tell than remain untold
Memories filled with countless riveting images
Yet you see the future in my eyes
Never pressureing opinions or judgement
Only soaking in the present
Casual acceptance and understanding of passing ideas
Yet you see the future in my eyes
Abounding knowledge fills your mind
Only to be freed when asked in earnest interest
I want to know all you know
I want you to know what I know
I want to emit your presence and love
Yet, you see the future in my eyes
I see it in yours.
nahw-1997
Grandma, I love you.......
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No way she could be disappointed in you, honey!
I miss that lady too. . .
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