She's in a place I've never been
literally and otherwise
The miles that stretch out
six hundred long
will ride like a million
until I reach her
Upon entering
her house of many
She may not know me
...at first
But I'll stay 'til I see
that small flash
of recognition behind
my favorite pair
of brown eyes
I'll savor it
for it may not last long
and her mind will wonder

Who is that woman
with those brown eyes
who holds my hand...
she who says to me
she loves me
more
than
life
itself
I'm finally on my way to see my Grandmother...it's been almost nine years. She has alzheimer's now. She may not know me anymore... but just one more chance to touch her cheek, and get some "sugar"...I'd travel right 'round the world for it.