This is the place I still long to return to, my grandmother’s sweet little cottage, her welcoming front porch, and the comfort of her loving hugs.
I wrote this poem many years ago, and even now, it still feels unfinished. Perhaps that is because grief never truly feels complete. The longing remains, and so does the love.
Still, these words come straight from my heart and speak of the woman I miss so very much, every single day.