Grandma Moo

I was only 5.

She was in her slumber.

Silver hair lying 

across a feather pillow,

eyes closed,

Peaceful

As I brush her hair.

 

Her face once soft, 

now wrinkled with age.

Her life 

Paused 

with the never-ending sleep.

As I brush her hair.

 

I was only 5.

She was old,

but still connected.

As I brush her hair.

 

Sad eyes

are hidden with smiles

I misunderstood

I was only 5.

My grandma sleeps for the last time.

As i brush her hair. 

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