Haikus For Grandma

Grandma’s hands tend
Deep roots, new blooms, wild ivy
Birds chirp, witness life

The gold smell of pie
Warm chatter of family
Quiets when you leave

Your breath becomes wings
Rising, floating from spent lips
That spoke love to us

We gather with love
A bouquet of our smiles
Raindrops on petals

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