Soon Grandma

She has become Like a thin Chinese teacup Placed upon a large rock She has become… fragile Afraid to go anywhere Least she break She sits outside When the weather is clear Reading the same book She has read for many years Painfully turning the pages With crooked fingers Occasionally I see her smile As the lines on her face Seem to multiply ten fold While she tries to remember Why she is smiling When the cooler weather Dances around her She wears a long soft scarf Wrapped many times Around her neck To keep the cold away Sometimes She will ask me "When will my friends Be coming by?" And I sit next to her And hold her hand Saying to her Soon Grandma… soon