for what ever matters

for you protected me,
for you nourished.

for your teachings
and for your blessings,
for our fightings
and their happy endings.

for your fierce force,
for your strong stars,
for your insecure tenderness
and your firm helpfulness.

for our misunderstandings
with their magnetism
and for our smiles
in the morning.

for the nights spent apart,
for the lights in a park,
for that pat on the shoulder
and that look, always further.

for having being present
when we were not together.
for being grandmother.


how would you make the poetess happier?