as the pattering sound of my feet on the tile fills the air
a wiff of cinnamon and chocolate fills my nasal passages with joy
teasing ensues, for i will not open the firey hot machine on my own
Grandma will open it for me
sweat pouring off me as i slumber,
animals fighting for their lives on tv,
as i wake thoughts of cool refreshment and free lunch fill my head,
Grandma will take me to the pool,
drawings on the driveway,
my pastel pink and blue world coming to life,
upstairs witch halts and crushes my world, my crystal universe smashed,
Grandma will melt the witch for me,
ringing interrupts my fantasy world of snake eater,
panic and the smell of sweat fill the air,
i travel to the blank white place reeking of urine and cleaner and death,
Grandma will no longer be here.
childhood gone, taken from my existence,
i will not, no i Cannot say she passed away,
I can only speak the truth just as she taught me to,
Grandma will no longer be here, because she was killed.