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.