Thank You, Grandma

I know how it would look

He approaches and a smile grows

Her eyes open wide

He extends his hand.  She keeps eye contact

Those chocolate eyes.

Her grin

Content, satisfied.

I know how it would look.

 

A decade of fight; surviving

Strong soul

Full heart

Ten years.

She lingers now

In the golden sunrise

The steam in our coffee

The birds overhead.

 

I know how it would look.

She would glance at me

An approving nod

Wide smile

Ruby lipstick

Whisper,

“He’s a good man.”

“Thank you, Grandma.”

 

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