I look at my grandma’s eyes and cup her face
Tears run down her freckled tan cheeks.
Tears that have been streaming for years,
Carrying the weight of our family,
The tears erode her skin, creating deep ravines,
Ravines that are memoirs to each salty tear.
The rivers that flow down her face create creases,
They tell a nonverbal story.
The ravines tell what she doesn’t say.
Wrinkles expand and stretch with a smile that follows after a pained cry.
I scrunch up next to her and place my face to her heart.
She carries Love,
Even in her pain, she carries Love.
She does not keep it to herself,
She shares it wildly.
Even though I see pain flow from her eyes,
Love and light flow from her heart.
To my lovely grandma Rosemary Lovejoy who is an amazing person and so strong. She loves Jesus with her whole heart and is in remission after battling cancer. Obviously this fabulous lady should have something written for her!
Picture Credits: Isabella Jackson