Grandma

By Shannon Grawberger

 

I remember going to grandma and grandpa's house.

Playing outside, gardening with them.

The taste of the bright red raspberries, apples and tomatoes

lingers in my mouth.

I was always there.

Getting me to leave was like trying to put

rain back in a cloud.....impossible.

I remember the phone call.

The one that said Grandma had died.

I remember the tears in my father's eyes.

They shattered like broken glass as they hit the floor.