Grandma brought me with her
in an open space by the back
with soft grass and watery mud
I have found a peaceful lot
I would sit there with her
as she weaved this colored stripes
brown, red, blue, and a little of green too

the lawn smelled nice and I breathe
the wind is cool and I sang
fell asleep and I woke up
but then she was gone
the banig she made was still there
it faded slowly too, like in a dream

The grass grew taller,
water got deeper
and I got a little older,
cried a little harder
all I saw was this kite
I used to love to fly
now I wish it carry messages
of the words I failed to speak

I made it now Ina, there was no stage though, maybe because you won't be watching me march, so it is fine. See? I made it through. I know you would be saying, "I am proud of you."