To my Grandma
It’s been a few years since you’ve left us,
yet I still dream of you.
I think of you very often
and miss seeing you.
I remember that last night,
when I said goodbye.
I touched your hand,
they were warm and soft.
I have many memories of you,
all are fond.
I miss how you called me “Emy”
and got me Halloween cards.
You gave what you could,
your love was limitless.
You were one of the few people I felt totally comfortable around,
I never felt a judgmental or critical eye from you.
Zane loves “Buzz Light”,
he plays with him a lot.
You would totally miss our jokes,
and if you caught on you would get snappy.
I wish you could have met Tzeitel,
whose middle name is after you.
You would have been confused by her name,
yet loved her blue eyes.
Sometimes I lay in bed thinking about you,
sometimes I still cry.
I remember when you taught me to make cut-out cookies,
and I remember how they would always taste funky.
When you’d say funny things like “No more candy until you eat your ice cream”,
the best part was, you were being serious.
I wish I had talked to you more,
talked with you more.
I love you, Grandma.
Love, Emy
