Frozen

It hailed as if the sky was letting go the burden of words frozen in waiting, for the lack of someone to comprehend them. 
m.a.

Grandma

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Many years of my childhood were woven in her stories and when grandma was gone those characters I knew so well, disappeared. She prayed in the early morning hours as I slept peacefully by her side oblivious of the impact her absence would have subsequently. People leave and what remains is the warmth of love shared, that keeps us warm through many cold years.

m.a.