Hasta la Pasta
Ode to a GrandmotherOde to a Grandmother.Ode to a Grandmother by ~serenethehedgehog
I was told not to cry.
Crying would make it worse.
What makes this worse is the thought of not holding her hand again
Never getting to hear her voice again
Never getting to kiss her head again
Never getting her teachings again
Never hearing her fuss at me again
Never hearing her laugh again
And worst yet,
Never getting to hug her again.
This was one of my best friends,
My second mother.
She was an amazing mother, wife, grandmother, great grandmother, and most of all, friend.
There will never be another like her.
I miss her so much.
And the tears refuse to stop.
Yet, as I write this,
I can still hear her laughter
Her voice as she calls my name
Her warm and loving hugs are still fresh in my mind.
Her presence is still with me
So I feel a peace.
I miss her a lot
I always will
This has been hard for my family to stomach
But she raised me to be strong
She raised me to keep living, even in hard times
And would want me to be strong for mama.
I love my Mon Mon