She cradles him in her arms,
to comfort him in his sadness.
Only a wisp of what she once was.
Still strong in spirit.
No longer does she dance on the tabletop,
nor run with the wind, through the tall grass.
She tells him stories of her childhood,
and sings songs from the memories of her past.
He finds solace in his grandmothers arms,
as he buries his face in her shoulder to hide his distress ,
at the thoughts of being alone, when she is gone.