Her Love

 

 

How do I describe it--?

Or her rather

She personified love, sacrificing her time but caring little it was gone.

She had so much energy running through her small body, only 4' 11, like an electric current

She always had more energy than me

When times were good she taught me things

To bake and sew and to be God fearing, clean and intelligent

When I was sick...

There she was! Hovering over me, toiling in her kitchen,

She always made me soup, the kind with tiny noodles floating in chicken broth

On her coffee table there was steaming orange spice tea for my throat and Coke with chipped ice for my stomach ache

She laid me on the couch; I was so small at the time

With my head on her pillow, it was soft and it cradled my head that hurt so badly and was hot enough to fry an egg on

She didn’t tolerate fever and was by my side, toe to toe with the sickness

Her weapon the cool cloth that smelled like her home, like a strange mint smell, clean, as she always was...

That smell always comforted me, made me safe

I remember that

She smothered me with kindness

Showered me with love...the family type of love, proving how strong blood is

She always loved me...

As I got older I took it for granted

But not now

She is much older, her energy only now at 77 starting to fail

Illness reaches its withered hand out to grab her with more ease now

I worry every time she comes down with something nowadays

I'm scared and upset

I feel bad, I don’t see her enough

Especially today,

The rain comes down today and my English teacher gives me this poem to write...

And I think of you again grandmother

I know you're at home, I know you hate this cold dreary day in November

I need to see you…soon

I know you miss your garden

Maybe when the sky clears, I will come to your house and you can sit while I work in your garden

Or at least do something...

Return the favor

The Love

Reviews

[Iota]

What can one say about this? It is truly beautiful. Showing your appreciation for all she did and gave to you. I imagine if she saw this poem it would bring a few tears to her eyes. :) Yes go see your grandmother and her garden. :)