Shyhrete

Grandma, I will remember you, I promise. You left in spring, a month of may. And believe me, what a month to paint your life, what a season to recall your love and passion. Grandma, I remember your hugs as I look at the tears on the grieving face of my mother. She talks about you, you know ? She never misses an opportunity to tell me all the things you taught her. All the time you spent loving her. Truly, she has regrets, and she's mad. "I should've spent more time with her" she repeated daily. But grandma, although they were short and rare, the moments we spent together, were as colorful as hyacinths. I remember how close you were to your village, sometimes we laugh with mom when we talk about your chickens when they ran away and we all ran to catch them. I also remember when you showed me your hair, you always wore that scarf, and I was surprised at how red it was. It was as red as poppies fearing the arrival of winter. Grandma, I miss you so much. I see you in mom's face, melancholia dances in the garden when she looks down like lillies of the valley. I remember when I found that mom kept your scarf. It still smelled like you, I think it didn't, I just wished it did to experience it again. Oh, grandma I wish you were here. Once, you asked me where I wanted to be when I grow up, I said where the wind leads me. I was young and unhappy. I'm not young anymore, I remember your calls on my birthdays, you always struggled with the camera and we laughed about it. It's so hard grandma, mom is lonely, and she needs you and I feel I'm not enough to fulfill her wish to hug you again. But she dreams of you, and the light on her face as she tells this silly dream where you both play together takes me back to this month of may when I stopped to look at a blooming paradise. Grandma, I will remember your life, how you brought colors to my childhood, taught me how to love nature. Grandma, I will always see you a the only one who understood my mother. And I promise you, I will cherish your daughter until the end. Everybody dies, so I will enjoy every season of the year with her. Grandma, please be happy in the garden of your life, your blooming paradise. Your family is in this world and they never forget to recall your name, Shyhrete.