From Grandmother to Grandchild

She spoke to me

A voice

Like melted butter

Saying things

I didn’t understand

.

After that

I wondered

What did she say?

But looking in

Her amber eyes

I could tell

They were words

Of love

.

Soft caressing

Words of love

Uttered by one

In a tongue

I didn’t know

But understood

Nonetheless

I knew

They were words of love

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s