By Carrice Hodgkins
Publishing by Mel
Every time I left your house,
you’d hold my hand in yours
and secretly slip me money.
You’d whisper in my ear
‘don’t tell your mum’,
and kiss my cheek
as you wished us
a safe journey home.
You stood on the driveway,
waving us off until
we made it all the way down the street,
the image of you on the doorstep
is so clear in my mind.
I can smell your soap
on your blouse
and hear your voice
in my ear.
I want to be able to
smell your perfume
one more time,
as you take out your curlers
and apply your mauve lipstick.
I want to hear you say
‘goodnight, God bless’
one more time,
as you turn on my nightlight
and squeeze my hand.
I just want to see you again.
Your name is mine
and I carry you with me
in every step.
I hope I can live up to you,
my beautiful namesake
who I could never forget.
“In tribute of my grandma”
- Carrice