i miss my grandma
every summer
i take two trains
to get to her
along the coast
watching the shimmers
on the calm waves
soon
i will get to her
to her warmth
her cooking
her energy
her love
her house is messy
the floors greasy
with the oil and steam
from her constant cooking
her constant love
heavy love
her house
always open
women from the neighborhood
loud tv
snacks on the table
in the morning
i’m on her bicycle
rusty with a pink cover
she wears the same hat
she rides to the same places
peaceful winds on my cheeks
on my tanned legs
i smell her
she doesn’t ask
she just does
i miss her
i miss my grandma