For My Grandmother

I.
Lilies bloom from
your silver locks of
hair

when you step
outside to rest on
the porch.

II.
Blessing the air with
her warm,
vanilla bean fragrance

she nurtures her
brother’s body with
brisk water.

And kisses the sun
for keeping him
alive.

III.
Staring into the sky,
eyes glowing of
amber—

She prays to Him
and ask, “Is he happy?”

Closing her sight to
the world—listening.

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allison_mcneal03

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