She finds me in my dreams…
We look for things together.
Not knowing what I’m looking for~
But feeling loved when waking…
Her house was my only safe space.
when i was very small…
I wasn’t even hers~
And yet, felt I belonged most of all…
Her blue desk was where she sat me.
Always with crayons to draw.
And on the floor from here to there~
Timeless toys did crawl.
I read all the books that she could find.
(the only time i could quiet my mind)
Forever smelling of roses, soapy scraps melt into one~
In her ancient tub covered with paper roses glued on.
All the cousins loved to come and play.
Took turns flipping on her antique bed.
Those same crayons colored eggs~
In her kitchen filled with laughter and games…
i miss her