#uplifiting
The din of winter is a window away
I've come here to stay at my Grandmother's
The bedroom aglow in her yellows and reds
The lamp by the bed
Beckoned by hands and a magical timbre
I'm starting towards her in answer,
recalling her manner
Her habits preserved as in amber
Sat by her side and embracing her then
I'm suddenly a child again,
her eighty-two years to my ten
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC