it’s been five years, what a surprise
five years, since you left this side
your face, your race, the way that you walk
i miss you, you’re beautiful, i want you to talk with me
five years…

another fall you didn’t see. this year, your first great-grandchild. half a decade, and i can still smell your house when it rains; still see you working in yard, bending at the waist yoga-style, pulling violets out of the driveway. it doesn’t hurt anymore. much. i can smile when i think of you now.

i miss you, you’re beautiful…

love you, oma.