Grandma is in the hospital, I do think these are her last.
I just spent a whole afternoon sitting beside her bed worrying inside like a mother hen.
And she…she doesn’t remember a thing, you could say to her that it’s winter and she would trust everyone openly.
She smiled at me all the time and I don’t really know how I smiled back.
“Oh but I can see, dear. How she looks at you, the light in her eyes, she adores you!”
And that’s why I’m so afraid…when the time will come something will crack with absurd force.
I’m just so tired I could sleep through summer, miss the faces of all the flowers I ever seen her nurture with care.