My Grand Mother
Those twinkling eyes, her love for fun that hearty laugh, revealing those missing teeth strands of mysterious grey hair, tied into a bun everything about her is so special. On her lap I would sit listening to her endless stories; exaggerated a bit still feast to my ears. My tongue still twitches to the taste of her dishes she made to please my growling stomach with all her heart, she fulfilled my quirky wishes concealed my little crimes, my ultimate savior.