She has become
Like a thin Chinese tea cup
Placed upon a large rock
She has become… fragile
Afraid to go anywhere
Least she break
She sits outside
When the weather is clear
Reading the same book
She has read for many years
Painfully turning the pages
With crooked fingers
Occasionally
I see her smile
As the lines on her face
Seem to multiply ten fold
While she tries to remember
Why she is smiling
When the cooler weather
Dances around her
She wears a long soft scarf
Wrapped many times
Around her neck
To keep the cold away
Sometimes
She will ask me
"When will my friends
Be coming by?"
And I sit next to her
And hold her hand
Saying to her
Soon Grandma… soon
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Comments3
i guess we all go throough that with someone
Wonderful words CJ, may her friends always be in her mind.
Welcome to MPS.
this beautifully balanced, paced and worded
I'm sorry if your write is from lived experience,
that's a tough situation to go through,
still, I look forward to reading more of your wonderful work..
thanks for sharing
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