“for the all years i’ve known you,
you were always pale and wrinkled
with a hunched back
and thick brown glasses
white hair pulled back in a messy bun
a walking stick in one hand
the other holding mine.
the same calloused hands
they’ve seen it all,
you’ve been a part of it all
from my one toothed smiles to my never ending tears
from my first steps to my first day of school
i wish you were there for my last one too.
your eyes always twinkled in recognition
whenever you saw my face
a toothless smile painted on your lips.
i still remember,
when you recounted stories
stories of destruction; stories of desolation
your journeys and your struggles
from blissful, beautiful farms
to war painted streets
with a crying baby cradled to your chest.
i wish i could hear you tell them one last time
and in the end
when you finished with a dramatic flair
i’d clap and hold your hand
and tell you how much those stories mean to me
how they’re now carved into my very bones
and flow in my veins.
i’ll remember you today, tomorrow and even the day after that
and the day i’d recite the same stories to my children.
i’ll remember you,
i’ll remember your pale face and white hair
and that toothless smile,
that’s how i’ll remember you forever.”