"Will you be with me forever, Grandma?"
she whispered,
her breath was hot on my face,
my hands clammed up,
tears streaming down my wrinkles,
for today is my last day,

I smoothed her hair,
took her young face into my trembling hands,
"One day you'll see me in your dreams,"
and that was all that I said,

"Will you take a plane there,
I mean to my dreams,
will you see me too, when you go to sleep,
or is it just me, Grandma,
is it just me?"

"Imagine," I carefully said,
“we are all angels, here with broken wings,
and finally when you've done enough good deeds,
G‑d grants you golden wings to fly to heaven .."

I saw her nod,
I'm almost sure that I did,
almost like she understood,
almost like she was letting me know it will be okay,

"What will it be like there,"
then there was a worried look crawling in her eyes,
"are you scared,
because, Grandma, I'm terrified,"

"Heaven has no tears," I said,
gently brushing away hers,
but one salty teardrop escaped and slipped onto her lips,
she tasted it and considered this thought,
"no hate, no pain, and no hurt,"

"But if you're not next to me, Grandma,
how will I feel you there,"
I slowly led her hand to the left side of her chest,
beating rapidly,
"in here, my dear child,
in here..."