Ohhh she was desperate to meet her
To run her fingers through her silvered hair
And cherish the memories and wrinkles scatter around her eyes
How she would ask a hundred question
Like if her dreams were meant
Not just a fews kids and a husband
But was the book written and cherished
Did she move next to the ocean and become its best friend
Was she able to voice the words that were kept so deep within her lips
Did she jump and sing at every opportunity
Did she learn sign language and attend those stain glass classes
She would love to sit next to her and memorize the clothes she wore
The way she lifted her chin a little higher
Steady in her being
She couldnt wait to sit next to this her
Sit next to her peace
And just a little awe