Remember

remember the smell
of Grandma’s kitchen,
in wintertime /
the yeasty scent of fermentation, and
the ripe effervescent aroma of dough /
the popping sounds of wood
snapping in the fireplace as
Rooster greets the dawn /
her emollient hair, silver shades with
a blue shine, and a notable
pink lipstick she loved religiously /
the ring of her laughter, the
audacity in her demeanour, and
an unrestrained honesty /
remember the last phone call
before she was no more, trailed by a
tremendous sting of loss /
with her passing, part of your
childhood dissipated, crumbling
like sandcastles in high tide /
yet, there’s a speck of her
in you, a glimpse of a
life that once was /
it goes on, like
a steady beacon of light at sea /
until you can remember

no more…