Baka ♥

I’ve not seen you in years

and you’ve changed.

Your hair is white now

it’s no longer gray.

You seem shorter and slower in your movements

but your face is still the same –

beautiful with only a few more wrinkles you got from laughing and smiling anyway.

♥

I remember as a kid

you’d chase us around

when we were bad,

disciplined us and showed us how to behave.

But now I’m holding on to your hand

to keep you steady as you walk

instead of a walker or a cane.

♥

When we were young and summer or winter holidays came

and our parents were too busy to keep us entertained

You took us with you and loved us in your warm grandmother way.

Breakfasts of tea and slices of bread with honey and butter spread.

Lunches were fairly elaborate and included home-made soup, salad and main course

a la love, grandmother’s special.

♥

When we asked for something different

You did your best to provide and come through

Just to make us feel happy and…

maybe to keep us a little quieter too!

Your love for us shone and was always strong.

I remember it so well.

Those pictures are stored in my memory

and are dear to my heart.

♥

Now we are taking pictures and I wonder,

Will this be the last one we take?

You’re getting older

and it’s hard for me to see you often

since we live on different continents.

♥

So I stay in this now and cherish every laugh, hug, new memory made.

You may be my grandmother but I feel close to you…

sometimes closer than I feel to my own mother.

You truly are the greatest grandmother anyone could have

and I’m so happy , lucky and proud to call you my

Baka.

♥

T