The tiny wrinkle beside her eye Was struggling to open up
As she heard my voice and wished to respond But fate had plans galaxies away
From being in our favor. My world began to shatter As I called her name.
The wrinkle expanded
As she forced her eyes open She looked into my eye, Looked at me.
‘My old man’
It was the last time she called me that.
As the wrinkle contracted, her eyes shut close. We lost a war that day.
She was in so much pain.
It’s been a year, the world had changed.
The wrinkle of my grandma never opened again.