Autumn

I was sitting in class today thinking about the term "Family." You never know how greatly a single person can impact the dynamic of a family until that person is no longer here. For me and my family, that person was my grandmother. It seems that after she passed, quite a few years ago (honestly I was too young to remember), it seemed like my family fell apart. Although I don't remember her favorite outfit, or the color of her favorite nail polish, I do remember how I felt back when she was alive. I do remember how often I seen my family and how many fun things we all did together. It's too bad those things are a fond memory and not so much a reality anymore... So here is a poem that I thought of:

Autumn 

Pasta Tuesdays
and Soul food Sundays.

Grandma was
everything
to me.

She was
the trunk to my
family tree.

She got
sick
and became
nothing.

And we
became leaves
blowing in
the wind.