My grandma bears many fruits

Fruits of compassion, love, and filled with life

My grandma has magic hands

Hands who gently wipes tears

With soft strokes like feathers

I am the night sky with stars only she can see

 

Once upon a time `

Tache, a stain

That was me.

A stain that can be washed away

once washed away

no one will remember what was once there.

She whispers something over the phone

Something that halts my silent tears.

I was a stain, but not to her

I am a wanted stain,

while on the shirt, it brings memories

A good stain.

 

Grandma, the stars in the dark sky

The stars in my night sky

The stars who find the light in me

So I can also make my own night sky

shine.

 

CC BY-SA 4.0 The Stars in the Night Skyo by Yi Qing is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

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