Some Days

Some days I think of you and I smile
When I see honey-stars, or strawberry oat porridge, or canned corn
Or think of your wrinkly grin, bright as a child's; the list goes on

Some days I think of you and I tear up, because for a split second I would forget that you weren't around anymore
The aftermath is always bittersweet, but I've learnt to live with it

I know that I am not good enough, but in your eyes I was the sweetest prettiest most thoughtful girl in the world
You were always generous with your smiles and made me feel so important, so special, so loved
And that is enough for me, even now

You had a way with me, grandma, like no one else can do
Wish you were here with me now

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