my grandma visited a year ago I think about it regularly reminiscing on our joint memories
she'd never visited before she said this might be her last chance I assumed she meant to visit that she would get too old to travel
but when her hug lasted two seconds longer than I thought it should
but when I saw her eyes glisten in the dim hotel light
but when her voice cracked as she said 'goodbye'
I wondered if she didn't in fact mean that this would be the last chance for her to visit and instead it would be her last chance to see me
her granddaughter.
It wasn't that she was dieing but we were never that close not enough for me to make the trip to visit a burden I always took on myself even though she was the adult with a phone she could call me on,
suddenly her efforts felt not enough, and a little too late.
This poem isn't great as I haven't edited it at all so this is just how I naturally wrote it. I was going to edit it but I couldn't find the right words but thought I might as well just share it anyway.