~The Grave~

By: M.M

I LOVE going to my grandmother’s church alone, the sound of silence, the feeling of the rough bricks rub across my fingers, and the smell of freedom.

Kneeling upon my knee talking to her “WISHING SHE WAS THERE”!

It always feels like she was beside me having a good conversation talking about how she should get some new flowers.

I LOVE going to my grandmother’s church alone, the sound of silence, the feeling of the rough bricks rub across my fingers, and the smell of freedom.

I kneel upon my knee and rub my fingers across the roughness of the head stone, and the smell of all kind of flowers, and blinded by the colors of the flowers.

I LOVE going to my grandmother’s church alone, the sound of silence, the feeling of the rough bricks rub across my fingers, and the smell of freedom