When Grandma came to our house
she always slept with me in my bed.
Her mouth would open in a little hole
and noise would come out.
I loved that noise and I loved her.
She had six children and lots of grandchildren
but I was her favorite.
When I was little she made me a velvet Christmas stocking.
Grandma never forgot my birthday.
Every year she sent me a present wrapped in fancy paper.
Sometimes it was a book but
usually it was notepaper.
She came when my brother was born;
she came when mom got sick;
she came on her way home from visiting her other kids.
She could travel all over the world
with only one suitcase.
When I was 20 I visited her for Christmas.
I was with her when she fell over dead.
I called 911 but it was too late.
I still think of her every day
and dream about her at night.
We are in a garden and I walk up to her
and say, "Grandma, I love you"
and she says, "I know."