wish grandma were here to see what i am designing now
a tattoo in celebration of her

it's been almost two years now, since she left
and i still cry at the thought of her being gone

so a pinecone, like the ones she (always) collected
on my foot (where i have a, ahem, better understanding)

it was a lot of grandma that made me the tree i am today
and together, we felt the breeze and swayed as branches
today i am thrilled to carry on her memory, and perhaps, legacy