Grandma,
can you hear me?
These words I softly speak are for you

I was so young,
we were so far apart,
A frail connection

Now, I have grown
And I wonder,
were you independent?
Strong?
Fragile?
Gentle?
Stubborn?
Understanding?
What was my grandmother like?

Were you like me,
or rather what I used to be?
What colour was your heart, your soul?
Do you know what I am going through now?
And who I have become?
And how I wish you were here?

I did not know,
how much I would miss you later on
I did not know,
I would mourn so much

So each night,
I want to pray,
And each night,
I want to hold your hand

I did not know you,
enough for me
I want to be able to feel your embrace once more,
for the warmth of it was felt so long ago,
the feeling is forgotten

But through God,
I will try and speak to you,
you who is living with the angels
Because even though our time together was far too short,
I love you