Grandma's Diary

Her words are warm
But the pages like ice
Untouched for tens of years

1991 where her journey begun
But found its way to me

On the cover, a stain
From dirt on the plane
Smearing muck on the pink and white cover

In my hands it is old
In my heart it is gold
Because she's buried in my soul

It holds her temptations
Her motivations
Her determinations
What she desires
Who she inspires
And who she admires

But it's now just a blur
Yet, to a place I transfer
When I'm reading her words with a smile