Dear Grandma,
I can never forget your contagious charisma.
My mind is still stained with bittersweet memories of you,
Struck by dementia, so you probably had no clue...

But I'll still write in this withered, old diary,
For these thoughts I cannot bear to bury.
I still remember your porcelain skin glowing every time you spoke about God,
Without you here, this world seems so empty and odd.

Your face once held a beautiful bright smile,
Wrinkles that stacked wisdom...