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