83

A little shiver in her voice
As she calls me to tell her story
Of memories in the past that make her smile
She embraces all the glory

Of her dynamic youth and drive to win, she wants me to re live it all
And when she talks, now slowly she walks
Her stories are long and small

Her beauty and art, the young and wild she tells me all like a kid
Her theatre and books ,her charm and looks
She's happy for all that she did

She tells me all what's in within
She forgets she has told me all
She laughs again for what she's told
As she shivers and takes a shawl.

She pops a pill and wants to chill
As she suddenly keeps the phone
Now in my mind she speaks again
As I remember her lovely tone.


At 83.. Grandma I wish u all the smiles.