i have a disdain for gps and maps
especially when it comes to
familial
pirate's
treasure
i know exactly where it’s buried
alongside the 2pac lyrics
and my childhood best friend’s phone number
it's seared
deep
down
the sands of time have fallen since i’ve last seen it
and yet
i remember every detail
the ivory white shade
how it shone even in the twinkle of her eye
creating remarkable crinkles near her mouth
all of it
the warmest safety blanket
a toothy indicator of achievement
my earliest memory of it
1st grade spelling bee, 6 years old
long before gwen stefani ever stepped in the studio
i dropped the ball
…
“Your word is banana.”
“Banana, B-A-N-E-N-A, Banana”
“I’m sorry, that’s incorrect.”
…
in a heated sense of panic my eyes fervently darted across the spacious room
then i halted them upon it
instant
megawatt
relief
tailor made for the red carpet
akin to finding your favorite song while flipping through the radio
grandma’s heartwarming grin
as the earth gently revolved around the sun it made numerous reappearances
whether it was presented with a sense of encouragement or pride
it
was
always
there
18 years old, my high school graduation party
weary of what the balance held
hesitantly knocking on adulthood's door
you walked over to me as i was numbly opening my gifts
in the fluster of a grey and muted celebration, you bathed me in loud and vibrant colors
better than hot chocolate on a rainy afternoon
always there to provide comfort
grandma’s reassuring grin
even as you laid in the hospital
draped in a white gown
with an IV lodged in your vein
unable to speak
i
saw
it
after the doctors explained to me that your hearing is the last sense to go, i sat with you
reminded you of the spelling bee
reminded you of the graduation party
reminded you of countless times in between
in your moment of unbearable pain, you showcased it to us once more
sweet as ice cream on a hot summers day
pleasant as the aroma of warm vanilla and brown sugar
a brief appearance before you departed this earth with it
grandma’s final grin
About the Creator
Jean-Emmanuel
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Comments (1)
Grandmas are great. Really great poem, sad and yet celebrating a life.