I think of my gran today
Sitting on the bench with her name
Looking out at her view of the bay
My mama always said she saw something of herself in me
Fifteen years gone but I wish she was here
To see who I turned out to be
We’d talk about books, about life
Raise a cheers with our whiskeys
I keep her picture by my bed
She’s holding me when I was small
I keep her memory
In the nail polish she wore
In the shoe figurine on my mantel
And in the stories my mama tells
With Love,
Natalie