Grandmother’s eyes

I’m told that I have my grandmother’s eyes,
soft brown saucers that can look deep into your soul,
Laughing eyes that look at you
bemused by such childish pranks I would get myself in,
Am I like her now?
Soft freckled cheeks,
eyes looking into a crowded street. Seeking a familar face?
She is with me,
in my dreams,
sitting next to my bedside,
stroking my hair,
Jung Un-ee,
Jung Un-ee sleep well,
sleep well.
I want to hold her hands next to mine and breath in deep her familar scent,
Oil of Olay night cream.


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