O Yaya, I miss you.
I know I never enjoyed
our Sunday lunches with you
inside the dining room
not out in the sun.
You were old
I was young.
I never talked to you
unless I was forced
but I didn't know
how much I loved you.
Now you are gone
I miss our lunches,
the dining room is empty,
the chairs pushed in tight.
And the maid has left.
So have you
and I wish you'd come back
because I miss you.

-Kate Manthos