Grandma

GRANDMA

I HOLD YOUR HAND
WITH A GENTLE SQUEEZE,
HOPING FOR A MOMENT
YOU’LL REMEMBER ME.

YOUR HAND IS SO FRAGILE,
SO SMALL, SO WEAK.
AND SO MANY WRINKLES
ADORN YOUR CHEEK.

WITH EACH LINE
THERE IS A STORY TO TELL
A LONG HARD LIFE
YOU KNEW SO WELL.

I CAN LOOK INTO
YOUR EYES TODAY
AND THINK OF ALL
I WANT TO SAY.

BUT EVEN IF
I SPOKE SO DEAR,
THE WORDS WOULD FALL
ON AN OLD DEAF EAR.

SO I LOOK BACK
AT THE PAST WE SHARE
ALL THROUGH MY CHILDHOOD
YOU WERE ALWAYS THERE.

NOW I’M GROWN
AND A MOTHER OF THREE,
WISHING YOU’LD BE THERE
FOR THEM LIKE YOU WERE FOR ME.

BUT A SICKNESS HAS
ATTACKED YOUR MIND.
YOU DON’T REMEMBER US
AND YET I FIND;

YOU DON’T KNOW THEM
BUT YOU COULD SIT ALL DAY
AND WATCH OUR CHILDREN
LAUGH AND PLAY.

THEY BRING A SPARKLE
BACK IN YOUR EYE,
THEN YOU LOOK AROUND
AND ASK US WHY.

WHY ARE WE HERE
YOU WANT TO KNOW,
BUT I DON’T KNOW
WHAT TO SAY AND SO…

I HOLD YOUR HAND
WITH A GENTLE SQUEEZE,
HOPING FOR A MOMENT
YOU’LL REMEMBER ME.