Grandma Icecream,

It’s not one day I didn’t remember.

It was the collection of days that I got hung up on.

I can see in your face a time-traveled map.

Mapped out with the latitude lines around your eyes.

Eyes that saw time working slowly,

Where families sat together at the table

And a cup of sugar was only a neighbour away.

It’s not the one day I didn’t remember.

It’s the collection of days I got hung up on.

When washing clothes was a full day event and mending, a reality.

A time traveled map where people had great loss through war,

Found courage in the discovery of togetherness,

And knew that superstitions were alive and well.

Another year now and so much time has filled each pore around your grandmother eyes.

So much love and laughter has filled each life you’ve touched – especially mine.

-Your loving granddaughter, Amanda