Grandma Rose

You were up at five making coffee before anyone else. I thought it was just coffee.

It took me about thirty years to work out that it was you saying good morning the only way you knew how — not a word, just the house smelling like something good by the time we opened our eyes.

I could not make it to your birthday this year. So I made this instead. Point your camera at the places, Grandma: they are all still here.