We have been apart for 2 years and longer
We communicated on the phone with the help of auntie
Since you did not have a phone
Neither did you know how to use one
I am always relieved to see your face, knowing that you are doing well
Somehow every time you called over,
I was troubled
And even when I try to force a smile,
You could see right through me
It is not that I am not glad to see you
I just had too much going on at that time
We always end our conversations with you saying
Be strong. Do not cry. You are a big girl now. Always remember to study hard.
And that we will definitely meet again.
Yet whenever I hear that, my tears cannot help but fall
Because when is again?
Finally the borders are opened
And you came
I was over the moon seeing you
However, I noticed that your hair had turned even more silvery white
We walked sometimes and you held my hand with interlocking fingers
I felt you lean on me for support and limped
So I said I am feeling a bit tired, we are not rushing for time, how about we take it slow
Because how many of these moments can I share with you before you have to leave again
I love you, grandma
I hold onto the pillow you give me every night
My tears drench it sometimes when I miss you
I hope to see you soon
I want to let you see me smile happily before you go
I won't disappoint you but am afraid I can't promise that
- Author: zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 14th, 2023 03:53
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
I felt that way more about my mom but I miss my grandmothers after decades of their departures from my world. I was never separated by harsh borders, just long distance. Thanks for putting your feelings into verse for us, and that joy and those tears. Yow brought me sweet--and bittersweet--memories.
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