I Remember
I rember the smell of my Grandmas house.
It smelled of cigerett smoke.
It smelled of the woods beside her house.
It smelled of her cooking.
It smelled...old.
I remember the way she looked.
She had sad and knowing eyes.
She had short cropped brown hair.
She had a sweet,welcoming smile.
She had a wrinkled face like a wise Medicine Woman.
I rember the way she acted.
She would sit on her couch and watch Soap operas.
She would lay on her couch and ask me to rub her feet.
She would make my sister and I oatmeal with butter in the middle.
She would mrush my hair and then I would brush hers.
I remember the day she died.
She had a heart attack.
Her car hit a telaphone pole.
My cousin Robert was in the front seat in the car,he didnt get hert.
The last thing she said was:"Dont worry,I'll be allright."
She always put us before herself and even payed some of my dad's child support.
I miss her.
Copyright © Morgan Corthell | Year Posted 2011
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