she reminded me of grandma
she was standing there...under the bright sun, on the 1st few steps of the sloppy, yet long and steep stairway...one hand on the railing, and the other holding a walking stick...
i went up to her and held her hand...she smiled at me...
her hand was very wrinkled, but soft to the touch...fragile
her hair grey and curly...neat and away from her face
her smile was bright, though she had to struggle up the stairs, we had a nice chat along the way up and not once did she complain or frown...
posted by pearlewurly @ 12/12/2004 10:09:00 pm
