Home to Grandma

I'm going home.

To a place we both call it.

It will always be a surprise now.

A surprise followed by smiles.

And it's always worthwhile,

To hear what's new in the past and now.

To crouch down in front of you.

Gently waking you from a nap.

And from my view,

It's a surprise.

Followed by a smile.

And we laugh.

To hear your thoughts out loud.

Including the ones that hurt.

The ones I don't hear from miles away.

Because a simple call, 

For me, 

Would make this feeling worse.

I can listen now.

I remember how much you love to converse.

So we talk and talk all day.

You repeat you're going to bed.

You repeat everything you say.

You taught me to remember you. 

The way it should always be.

I remember your childhood stories. 

I remember your cheeky replies.

I remember your daily routine.

I know now what makes you cry.

I remember your favorite ice cream.

Anything chocolate you want.

When I cheer my ice cream,

With your chocolate sundae.

We laugh.

A simple memory of our love.

So I think it's okay

When I go home,

Crouch in front of you,

But you're already awake,

And you don't remember my name.

-Verdure