soft after draping over a wire line
dancing in the breeze of June
a pocket full of blackberries
just sweet enough to make your teeth ache a little
floured hands dusting light white snowflakes
as she unties the sashes in the back
to serve hot made from scratch chocolate chip cookies
to “her girls”
sneaking one too with left eyebrow lifted in mischief
ah… the unconditional love found in grandmother’s kitchen
in grandmother’s heart
how greatly i miss those times now that we are apart
her in heaven
me here in self-created hell
how i long for the day she holds me close once more
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