as you lift me higher and higher.
I wish you were here,
cooking in the big kitchen
as your long braid swayed
the sound of your humming
filling the cold air with warmth
Your life was full of joy and smiles.
you, who taught me so much,
helping me lift the bowl to the counter
watching as I struggled to stir the dough
only helping me only when I needed it
as you laugh when my cookies
came out of the oven, mushy messes.
You, who pushed me
up and down on the swing.
As I giggled with joy
and when I thought I could fly
you, where there to pick me up
kissing my "boo boo's"
telling me everything was alright
You, Nani, my grandma
who I miss so dearly
who we visit every other Sunday
Replacing the flowers on your grave
under the big weeping willow
where we talk for hours
where I miss you so much
Mahalo Mr. Johnson