Lucky Souls

The poem for my second grandma, the one still living.

You’d run your fingers threw my wheat colored bangs

Your nails gently scratching over my forehead

Decorated in a pleasant pale red

And a soft murmured laugh

 

Your honeyed I love you’s still hang on my

Finger tips

And my blue eyes looked up at you

Like you put the stars in my sky’s

 

It’s been a rough year

For you that is something I know

I guess for me a little bit too

With the passing of people dear

 

But believe me when I say

Heaven will be lucky for a cranky old man like

Him

And you’re time isn’t yet over

You’re still needed here on earth

 

Because someday, hopefully

You’ll be here to

Watch me walk down that isle

 

I love rolling around on your living room floor

With your puppy’s and kitty’s

Too bad I’m getting older

And so are you and everyone else

I don’t love you any less

 

Your food is some of the best I’ve ever tasted

And I’m not just saying that because

           You’re my grandma.

      Grams

Author's Note

Everything here is intentional.