Yi yi

i’m sorry grandma...

it wasn’t that i didn’t want to talk to you

i think all the stuff i could tell you

you must already know

otherwise, you wouldn’t always tell me to "Listen"

they all say you’ve gone away 

but you didn’t tell me where you went 

i guess it’s someplace you think i should know...

but grandma, i know so little 

do you know what i want to do when i grow up?

i want to tell people things they don’t know 

show them stuff they haven’t seen

it’ll be so much fun 

perhaps one day i’ll find out where you’ve gone 

if i do, can i tell everyone and bring them to visit you?

grandma, i miss you...

especially when i see my newborn cousin who still doesn’t have a name 

he reminds me that you always said you felt old

i want to tell him that i feel
i am old too...