Poetry

Grandma

I remember being little

And sitting on grandmas bed

I sat there and waited

As she brushed and patted my head

Grandma's room was our salvation

Her room held open arms

And of course we had an invitation

to run inside, it was our turn

Grandma once told me

"Your so beautiful Mija. Please dont grow up"

I didnt understand,

but her words made me blush

I was 8 at the time

when we talked about boys

Ew i said at the thought

Yet crushing on a few

"Boys are the root of all evil. Never date"

I never listened

Guess it was too late

But going back to those hot and summer days

Where we heard the ice cream truck

"Grandma can we go play?"

As we ran and played with mud

Take me back to when we had fun

Take me back to where we played spin the bottle

But only the innocent one

Or the time we jumped off the roof

into the swimming pool

the time sister broke her arm

running back home from school

Take me back

to my salvation

Before the car came

and rocked my nation

-Masked C