Longing of a Granddaughter
A poetry to reminisce about my grandparents’ love
Soil and sweat covered my palms
worms wriggled beneath my tiny feet
your wrinkled and warm fingers
wrapped tightly around mine
I was full of dirt yet you smiled at me
We picked overripe mangoes
my body was floating freely in the air
I swung my little, wiggly toes
summer breeze ruffled my healthy hair
I was the most spoiled granddaughter in the neighborhood
Exhausting rides after preschool
you enveloped me with a giant hug
chocolate and vanilla ice creams were making me drool
I hopped on the stairs to our patio like a jolly ladybug
I believed I was the happiest little girl in my hometown
The smell of freshly baked cookies from the kitchen,
origami airplanes, crayons, colored cardboard, and glitter
they made me believe I was born in an earthly heaven
drenched in the cadence of autumn rain fueled by joyous laughter
Once upon a time, in a dreamy rustic castle disguised as my grandparents’ house,
there were magic spells that told me that I was ever loved and it was more than enough.
