I remember when you used to hold my hand, my sleepy head resting on your strong shoulders.
Though small, I was strong enough to break yet another toy you'd bought but you'd wiped the tears from my eyes and make me feel better.

And now as I hold your frail hand in mine, your tissue paper skin trembling in my gentle grasp, I am afraid. My eyes betray my hearts emotions to you and I know it breaks your own heart. You never meant for me to see your strong shoulders hunched with age, nor your kind face marred with pain.

But as your head rests on my shoulder, I know that I must be strong. I wipe away my tears.

I recently went to visit my Grandma. She has dementia and has quickly gone downhill so I might not see her again. I wrote this after seeing her because I was so upset and needed to get my emotions out. It's in her honour. 💜