Grandma & I

To those sweat memories.
To those, I must dream of.
To dream of those,
whom had to fly.
To fly, with thy Heavanly Father, whom all, take their turn,
to go to be with God above.
So, I still tend to,
dream of memories,
of those days with grandma & I.
Smell of Cinno in thy Air, morning smell of grandma cooking in thy kitchen.
I truelly remember to this day,
to want a taste before thy...