Just one more time

I just want to kiss her soft cool cheeks again.

I miss walking into her house and yelling for her and finding her in the kitchen cooking or cleaning.

I miss her smell.

I want to hold her hands.

I want to kneel beside her chair and show her pictures of Zoey and Jax, and my sisters kids.

I miss her voice.

I miss her hugs and words of affirmation.


I miss my Grandma.