Poetic Story..

Her Face Cracked With Age
And Her Arms Wrinkled In Memories
Of Years Only Fingerprinted By Flashbacks And Photo-albums
And The Glitter Of Her Smiles
Glued On With a Broken Laugh
As She Lies Upon Her Last Bed
Inhaling Her Last Breaths Seems So Precious Now
Holding Onto a Life Thats Bent On Leaving And Certified For Vacation
Shrivels Around Her Absent Body
a Mass Of Flesh Of What Was, And What Will Never Be Again
I Hold Her In My Heart And In My Arms
I Whisper Sweet Nothings Of Heavan's Door
Knowing I'd Never See Her Again
I Try To Use Memory To Pause The Time
Remember How Tender Her Hands Felt Around Mine
Then I Let Go While Still Holding Onto The Smiles She Gave Away
And a Tear Fell Face First Into Happiness
Knowing Shes In The One Place I Could Never Give Her
With Enough Happiness To Drown Out What Was

!**Grandma's Smiles**!