#greatgrandmother
Her cracked old hands from years of work
Chop away at these vegetables for a delicious soup
On the granite counter tops
The cream colored kitchen turning as safe as her warm hugs
Into this safe haven, an escape from boredom
“I'm gonna miss this”
“What do you mean it's almost done”
-kenzie<3
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 11:12 AM UTC
by: MissPine
The farthest moment I could remember
is when she and I rode out of town.
She, sitting on my lap or right beside me,
either way, still glad ‘cause we were together.
Until we got to the island where she grew up,
two of us watching the places we passed by.
It was always when the sun nearly sets,
the bangka finally reached its stop.
As far as my mind can flash different memories,
little did I know how a loving person she is.
Always she tells me how tasty a steamed fish is,
how healthy it is, and I thought definitely it is.
She never skips a single compliment,
which I receive from her every time I smile.
“I smile because you smile”, that's what she ever says.
“You are my eternal love”, that’s what she meant.
Her guitar, her favourite song in mind, and her voice,
three things I surely linger, always will remain in my heart.
No fairytale could exactly explain the moment she and I have.
We know ours is as best as a child holds his toys.
The time when I am with her is my everlasting happiness.
The kind of bliss I will truly keep for the rest of my life.
Now that she is walking towards the road of immortality,
indeed, loving someone - loving her is timeless.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
I think about your smile , it made you so alive
My first memory being around age five
She smiled when we watched tv
She smiled when fixing toys broken
I mean she smiled whenever she saw me
Her smile just asked for presence as a golden token
She smiled not only with her eyes to see
Her eyes didn't see faces well
I always pondered how she knew it was me
Was it my walk ,my voice , maybe my scent or smell
Her hands they smiled too
Though one suffered from nature's permanent glue
Her 97 year old grip being stronger than your household duck tape
And a smile as that gave unconditional love as a cape
We both smiled as " it's all just the saints' blessing" and said goodbye
So one day smiling in a casket her body lie
When thinking of this I try to smile instead of cry
I cover her special hand with a knit black glove
I like to believe she stills smiles from above
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
A tree was planted.
Your heart was the seed.
It created the deepest roots
And sprouted the tallest of leaves.
For many generations,
Sap running through its spine,
Resembled The Giving Tree,
A tradition was left behind.
You’re being more forgotten
As descendants ascend from branches.
Memories still grow in the back of my mind
When a pebble is what a picture catches.
Without you, we wouldn’t be here reuniting,
Playing this game called Life.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC