This isn’t my first goodbye.
Grandma, do you remember when I was 9?
I sat in my room.
Grandma, do you remember after school?
Do you remember Saturdays too?
Just me, you, Nicholas and Saturday soup
Saturday soup was like sunshine,
it was like love,
if I even know what love is.
It was the taste of the Caribbean,
The roots you planted and fed.
Now your gone,
Saturday soup no longer taste like sunshine but it tastes like rain.
It’s tastes like your old hat, your smile, your laugh and pain.
It tastes like church on a Sunday morning and you putting us to bed at night.
It’s tastes like missing you and wanting you back and asking him why.
Grandma, do you remember when I was 13?
You picked a grapefruit from the tree,
almost reminded me of when me, you and Nicholas had Saturday soup.
I never knew that would be the last time seeing you,
Did you know grapefruit trees died Grandma?
Not long after you went too.
Now, I’m not a big believer
But for you,
I hope heaven is a garden made specifically for you,
I hope it has loads of grapefruit trees and a kitchen to make soup,
I hope it’s as beautiful as you,
I hope he gave you a warm welcome,
I hope you know that all has been forgiven,
I hope it was all you prayed for and more.
I pray your watching,
I pray you can see how much we miss you already,
I pray you miss us too.
Grandma, do you remember when I was 19?
that’s when we lost you.
and even though its hard to bear
And even though I wish you well up there
I still hope I walk into the kitchen
And I see you there,
with a pot on the fire,
And spoon in your hand,
just like when it was just me, you, Nicholas and Saturday soup.
Rest Easy, we love you.