Grandmother

I think of you often and always with fondness
Years after your death I find I am still learning from you
As I grow, I’m beginning to understand
I may have learnt more from you than anything else in life
Even though we never spoke directly of such serviceable things
What I gain from you is strikingly similar to my relationship with art
Subtle, abstract, translations of emotions
As I grow, I’m beginning to think
All the things the people around me struggle to understand
You always did
It makes me proud
Of myself and of you
Of the relationship we had
And that we never wasted any time
I celebrate your life in every simple thing I do
In every translation of my experience