My grandmother has a pillow on her couch that says "God couldn't be everywhere so he created grandmothers" My grandma may have a slight hobble, veiny, knobby hands, and smile lines and wrinkles of every kind but she most certainly is an angel from God
She may have the marks of a long life on her face but she has the kindest blue eyes like delicate robin's eggs
She may not have a model's skin or figure anymore, but she wears elegant, clean suits, shimmering brooches on her collars, and glittering little earrings
She may not have a voice like smooth velvet anymore, but upon hearing my slightest achievement she raises it in ecstatic praise
Sometimes she looks at me in such a way that I can feel her heart rise with hope and pride for me and for what she somehow knows I am going to accomplish she smiles a warm little smile and calls me "the lady with the almond eyes" pronouncing every consonant as if each one is a delicate teacup she is trying so hard not to break
I don't know how she knows that I am going to make the world proud but when she calls me "the lady with the almond eyes" somehow I know too