January 2, 2016Flowering
My grandmother is always up
to dress the sun.
She smooths the creases
in her skirt and gives
her collar a pep talk to keep up.
The radio supports her spine.
Every morning the music
blooms the room like spring.
The sweet aroma hums
through her home,
enveloping her in memories
she’d often misplace.
from 2016 RYPA