Grandma

“Taller than the trees,

Deeper than the oceans,

Emerged a beautiful girl, with a hair as lustrous as cream

With eyes as big as pearls

She climbed on tree trunks,

Lived in her tree houses

Prayed like a priest

Helped like a Catholic

She was in one city a moment,

In another, the next.

Wherever she went, healing took place

Nobody knew how she managed.

People talked about her in a way that made your hair stand.

Every day her heart grew bigger than what it was.

Nobody knew her name

Rumor said, from God’s lands she came.

Time stood still when she held your hands in hers

Smoke of peace lingered in the air when her eyes spoke

Her presence changed hearts

And her absence changed lives

In a frock, she hopped from one land to another.”

All this while, I imagined the girl to be me,

Only after Grandma’s death, I realized all this was she.