Johnson Family Dish

For Grandma

Spring.

Irises in bloom

Beauty, but you

are more lovely.

I remember

loving you

belonging with you.

“Love,” you would say.

Seasons

of play.

Fishing, snowing, baking

together.

 Winter

came too soon.

But, I still see you

in the spring.

Enduring.

Forever, you smile at me

and I see

people in your face.

People

I love.