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.