I remember the day I came home to a house full of strangers and family,
She saw me walking through the door, my eyes shouting eleven year old questions,
She called me to her and said in a voice that needed to cry more than to talk…
“Your father is gone now… but you have me, you will always have me”
And she’s loved me in a millions ways since then,
Bending beyond back and forth to make sure I looked like I had it all walking upright.
There are days like this, moments exactly like this one
Where those words ring loud in vibration,
“But you have me, you will always have me”
My grandmother, even when she isn’t there, I know her love, will always have me.