Clouds poetry

My grandmother

6:30 the alarm like chicken
My feet cold the sun hasn't warmed it yet
Not quite awake but the birds like passengers wait
To ride on its wings,
"Hey Grammy, good morning".
I open the windows
Wipe her down like a delicate infant
In my arms
"Tell me when your full".
And the soup bowl and the spoon
Clinks, and scoop diving for something more,
I tell her "I'll bring you something different, other
Than the vegetable soup what they give you".
Because I know the repetition of same thing,
When your body like dry leaves yearns for something more, sunlight, water, love, care and
Whatever is beyond mountains.
"I'll bring you some fruits and juice Grammy ok".
I tell her kissing her on her head
Didn't wait for her to answer I know she would,
And she like baby again, folds and soft mumble of
A ocean ripping through wind replies "yeah".
I smile like sunshine soft my heart like teddy bear knowing she didn't forget me, at all because somewhere in her fading memory I know she holds on to some kite that hasn't got lost in the palm of her hands during the storm.
-ashes poetry

A/N I really don't think my grandmother
forgets me I forget what's it called when people loses some of their memory and can't quit remember I'll have to search it up. Xoxo take care of yourself.