In Loving Memory of My Grandma

Hold your head up, Grandma would say and let me pull your hair from your face. Stand up tall and properly, for a lady it should look as though it comes naturally. Oh Grandma, I would say. I just want to go and with the boys play. I want to fish and shoot marbles too and maybe some baseball, if Bobby doesn't come too. Who is Bobby, she said. Just a boy who doesn't like girls who with their brothers hang. Well maybe Bobby is right and a lovely girl such as you, shouldn't be talking such slang. I long to be where the boys are for they have so much fun, it beats cooking and knitting silly hats and gloves. Give it time and you will see, she said, that being a lady is what God has meant for you to be. I would lay awake each night as I grew and I dreamed of the places my brothers seen and Bobby too. I always knew when they were to return home for most often it was when the cherry blossoms scented the lawn. Then there came that Spring day when all of them came home late, but all I could see was Bobby standing at gate. My heart did flutter and my cheeks, I knew were flushed. I never knew I had also missed Bobby just as much. It has been 4 years now and I still wear Bobby's ring and two beautiful children that in cherry blossoms we play. I often think back to what Grandma said and I understand now every word that still echo's in my head . I think Grandma's have an inside tip for she already knew the plan, before I did. I will always love you Grandma.