Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

I Notice Them Anyway

I have not seen my grandmother’s lovely brown eyes for fifty-seven years
But they oversee me sometimes
careful to not be noticed
I notice them anyway

I have not felt her spotted hands on my forehead for fifty-seven years
yet when I am sick, they appear
gently and sweetly placed
giving me comfort

I have never heard my grandmother’s laugh; but I remember her smile.
She had a sweetness about her that I could never forget.
I wish that I could turn and see her smile,
It would warm me and make me feel stronger, 
but I think she is reserving this for my heaven greet.

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L Milton Hankins April 23, 2021 at 9:20 AM I think all of our grandmothers hold special places in our hearts for our entire lives. Mine certainly does. Caren Krutsinger April 23, 2021 at 5:47 PM Surely they do I hope being one myself.