Grandma Rose 🌹

Nine years have passed,

yet time has never learned

how to loosen its grip on you.

You still live in the quiet places

in memory’s soft light,

in the pause before a smile.

Your name, Rose,

was never just a name.

You bloomed in patience,

in warmth given without keeping score,

in love that never asked for repayment.

You held family together

with steady hands and gentle strength,

teaching without lectures,

loving without limits.

Even now, your lessons linger

like a familiar song

I don’t need to hear to know by heart.

There are days I swear I feel you near

in the comfort of silence,

in moments when the world slows enough

to breathe.

Grief no longer shouts;

it speaks softly now,

wrapped in gratitude.

I miss you, Grandma Rose,

but I carry you too.

In how I love.

In how I endure.

In how I remember that beauty

can exist even after loss.

Nine years gone,

and still

you are not absent.

You are rooted deep,

forever growing

inside my heart.