For My Grandmother
I.
Lilies bloom from
your silver locks of
hair
when you step
outside to rest on
the porch.
II.
Blessing the air with
her warm,
vanilla bean fragrance
she nurtures her
brother’s body with
brisk water.
And kisses the sun
for keeping him
alive.
III.
Staring into the sky,
eyes glowing of
amber—
She prays to Him
and ask, “Is he happy?”
Closing her sight to
the world—listening.
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