When Granny Turned 5.

Green grass, a cigarette bud, feathers and a girl with her grandmom, she smiles looking at the girl, she can't walk, but she smiles like the girl's her God.. Her eyes fixed on the girl's movement, her heart beating like footsteps on a pavement.. They smile, beautiful story, they walk, the girl leading the granny, so holy.. The old age stick suddenly seems away, as the grandmother gets up, slowly walks towards her cute child.. The girl's exploring everything around her, everything seems new, the sand, the bench, the earth's floor.. She watches a train go by, with awe and eagerness, the mother's smiling thanking the lord for this time.. One's 5 and the other 85, but the latter today looks like she's just started walking, she feels like a kite.. I watch them love, I watch them share, as I write again, sitting on this chair so square.. Relations, they're quite the thing you know, these individuals are like the arrow to their bow.. They will come here tomorrow, and time and again, and then one day the girl will be 85, and she'll thank God for these memories galore..