Engaged in this scenery
Franking the sketched delight
Noticing my grip easily bumping
Thumbing a pressing pulse
Examining my nail bed skin
And there it was piercing
Curvature anomaly she was
Prickly denting my flesh
O’ this must be coincidence
How a nail would inflict such joy
And most of all how it would inspire all of these words
I dedicate these lines to a woman who was not only my maternal grandmother but also my best friend. Zoe Merlo Cayuso, astonishingly your curvature has aged my nails. While others celebrate your parting decorating walls, you remain quietly within mine tracing returns. Forgetting is impossible since you always allow me to find you everyday.
very nice tribute here. she has painted your nails of spirit incredibly….:) i’ve recovered from my alcohol inducement last night…hehehe
Beautiful!
que lindo…this is such a tribute…I love it
i love how we can find our deepest loves within our own body physically emotionally spiritually, they are THERE!
here
I loved the poem, especially the ending! It was so cleverly done…but so delightful to read!
lovely tribute in words!