Lined Pages

 Pages and pages

Filled of cursive ink

Poems, stories, funny moments of the day

Sprinkled throughout the house

on lined pages

In a drawer here, and under a bed there 

I watched my tearful mother 

Gather together all she could find

And slip them to her pile of treasures

Finding sweet peace

From the curved strokes of my grandma’s hand

Yearning to hear her mother’s voice again 

Knowing this is the only remains of it

On the lined pages