Grandmother

• Chelsea Paleologos, Grade 2
• Poetry
• 2018

Her forget me not eyes sparkle in the daylight
Her radiant cheeks redden with delight
Her bouncy brown curls frolic in the breeze
As she gazes at her daisies
Outside her window floats a myriad of colours
Colours of hope, colours of freedom, colours of courage
Grandma smiles; my mother smiles; the morning sun smiles
Peace fills the air
. . .
Her forget me not eyes are no longer ajar
Her cheeks are pastel like a distant star
Her thinning brown curls lay limp on her ghastly face
As she drifts off to a heavenly place
The cunning cancer has taken her soul
Nostalgia fills the air
The torture is over