The Memory Of My Grandmother Poem by RHODVICK LUSENO

The kitchen smells of bread and tea,
Tea that she made, just for me.
Me, I sit in the chair she once knew,
Knew that her love was deep and true.

True, it is, that she's not here,
Here in the room where I shed a tear.
Tear-streaked cheeks and a heart so sore,
Sore from the absence I can't ignore.

Ignore the pain, they say it'll pass,
Pass with time, like the wind on glass.
Glass that reflects the days of old,
Old memories, of warmth, so bold.

Bold was her spirit, kind and wise,
Wise enough to see through all the lies.
Lies don't matter now, not anymore,
Anymore, I'll love her evermore.