Grandma!

The stories with the perfect endings, filled with magic, love, storms and lightning.

Cuddled around with a blanket listening closely to the eyes and mouth bursting with happiness.

A head full of grey hair, maybe even glasses she used, but nothing came in the way of the perfect time when we were all starstruck mused.

A big shield like protector she was against the scoldings towards us, 

A hand through our hair was enough to console us from the scary nightmares.

Grandma with the full stack of goodies and stories were not the only things we longed for,

But for the gentle caress of her soft bosom, which could heal even the mind's scariest core.