Grandma

Her eyes are my memory,
sparkling, emerald gems-

Adorning a meadow morning
with crystalline water, pure emotion.

She was the painting that I gazed upon
through my life, the finest pencil upon canvas.

I have yet and may never in my life know
another piece of art; as her.

Laughter became a rainbow within my veins-

Coloring tears upon a sidewalk
with chalky sorrow, as we sang
together in silence-

Oh the emptiness could always be satisfied,
for hunger was replaced with knowledge.
I knew to paint my thoughts,her aura
cast knew light that only I could see.

She brought me to a place where wildflowers
danced within my anxiety and scented fear
with the strength in knowing who I was born to be.

I am her classical legacy,
I will honor her in colorful words
the only way I know how.