Sitting in the dark
Thinking about their grandma
Sweet memories make them want to smile
From the center of their chest,
Radiating the joy from snuggles on the couch
And the same lovely lullaby every night
The same memories makes them want to sob
Feeling it from their entire body
Missing things they never thought they would
Missing resting in her bed, listening to her snores
Loud and always changing, keeping them awake through the night.
It is nights they miss her the most...
In their close to silent room..
Surrounded by an unbearably cold bed.
Or perhaps it's on rainy days
Remembering, when they used to make artwork
Or maybe, when she cooked dinner and they sat with her keeping her company
Watching and listening to the cook work
They missed sitting with her and discussing life
Watching random inspirational videos that she found
Getting updates on random people they've met
Most of all they missed her
They missed all of her
They missed her in every way they could and more
There isn't anything they wouldn't give to listen to her snors one last time.
_________________________________________4/1/19
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