Grandmother

She looks at me with her wise eyes,
kind, warm, loving.
She wrappes her wrinkly fingers around my hand,
gentle, soft, caring.

I look into her clear eyes,
they have always had traces of age,
atleast to me.

I hold onto her cold fingers,
they have always sent out strength,
atleast to me.

She would always look down on me,
patiently play game after game.
And I would laugh, and feel loved.

I now look down on her,
patiently listening to every word she says.
Sending out the message of happiness, and love.

It might be the last time I ever hear her voice...


This one is for you my beloved grandmother. Happy 86th birthday. I hope the end will never reach us.