white kraken
The smell of banana bread transports my mind to the past,
My grandma gives me a plate that I hastily gobble down,
It's delicious and tastes like home,
I finish and ask my dad for more, he says no and I frown,
But Grandma sneaks me some more anyway,
My memories of her are vast,
Like that one night my parents went out of town,
She let us stay up past the clock hitting twelve,
I remember my parents knocking on the door while I tried to finish the cake she made me herself,
They came home that night and asked why we were still awake,
She said "life is about making memories",
It feels like I have a million memories of watching her bake,
I remember the smell of every single cake,
A smell of comfort, warmth, and now,
A smell of nostalgia that keeps me safe,
"Life really is about making memories",
She is proof, I close my case,
That was a life lesson for me,
In my memories she has a special place,
And when I visit it she will dance, sing, play and bake,
I remember her everytime I see or smell a cake,
I wrote this about my grandma who died of dementia. It's about trying to remember the happier times of someone's life instead of the sad ending. Id love some help trying to make it flow more and maybe adding something about her dementia and watching her suffer but not wanting to remember it but am not sure how to do it. Any advice or help would be very much appreciated
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