You made me soft;
A Marshmallow drop that melted sweetness,
and tasted like nostalgia on your tongue
In that place where camps fires smoked and we smouldered,
Orange with a glow
that crackled envy,
I saw forever in those flames.
Just a little tiny taste of eternity
Reaching for me, as I reached for you.
I curled and crisped,
Dribbled into that abyss
and bubbled up in the heat.

You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.

i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much

i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it

Collect me from school,
Big feet,
Small feet,
A purse in one hand,
And my  little hand in another,
We  walk along.
She is never in a hurry,
She seems not to mind if I splash in a puddle on the roadside,
Or stamp on dry leaves under a tree,
Play balancing act on the edge of the pavement,
She will stop so I can pat a puppy or a kitten.
She always has candies for me in her purse,
Sometimes she buys for me an icecream or a hotdog on the way home.
I ask her tons of questions as we walk along,
She answers them all,
My sweet unrushed grandma.
8/4/2021