We lost ourselves in the vast garden
with sunflowers three times our size.
I can still feel the summer sun
blazing on my back and face.
I remember sitting beneath the weeping willow,
tracing its petal tears with my small fingers,
reading a book, feeling a soft breeze.
Every time we explored the paths,
there was something new to discover.
Rolling down the hill was so entertaining.
Grammy watched us from the window by the porch.
She also watched birds of every color.
I stand by the window and watch the birds
and wonder what Grammy thought about.
