Dimes.
It's always been dimes.
My grandmother's way of showing she's
Still here.
She was gone before I was born.
Part of her lives in me.
I can't help but wonder
Where is she?
I can feel her
But she's not here.
My mom misses her.
She doesn't say it but
I know.
I wish she could come back.
My mom needs her.
I need her.
She was with me yesterday.
I went to eat and got
Ten dimes in change.
I wish I knew her.
She was a wonderful soul.
Why was she taken from me?
Maybe someday
I'll know.
~ In Loving Memory of Ernestine
