For SNM

Funny how I hang onto every word you say.

Maybe its 'coz we don’t talk that much now.

Maybe its 'coz I realize how much you mean to me.

My oldest memory of Santa Claus!

I remember how you smell, soft and warm.

Remember the way you smile and the way your eyes crinkle up.

I remember our convos in the dark every night we got to sleep together.

Remember you always encouraging me in every step I took in life.

I remember you loving the foot massages I’d occasionally give you.

Remember that familiar feeling of being home when you hug me or kiss me.

You listened to my side of the story too… always…

You explained life to a crazy little teen when she was away from home.

You just let me be me and never made me feel like I was letting you down.

You may not have children by blood, but you treat my mother like your own.

You never make me feel the absence of a grandma.

I hear your laughter ring in my ear every time I think of you.

I feel like a child in your arms.. safe and protected, yet free.

I might not have gotten to know Nani.. but you make up for it…

Thank you so much for the wonderful person that you are.

Thank you for being one of the sweetest things I remember as childhood.

I love you… very, very much…