Mums blue eye’s look at me as a warm
breeze flows through my body.
Her bright pink jacket hugs me as I feel like a giant
shield has constructed around me.
The rose perfume
runs after her like a shadow.
Most days she drops me off and goes for a run.
And sometimes we go for a game of tennis when we are bored.
Since my Great-Grandma passed away,
she has her diary in her drawer, safe and sound,
because it was what she grew up with.