A Poem for Gran

It’s been five years

It seems both so long ago

Like it was yesterday.

Today I made cinnamon toast

I haven’t had cinnamon toast in five years

Your cinnamon toast is so much better

Today, I bit into my toast

I cried.

It was just toast, but it was also so much more

Things aren't the same without you, Gran.

The family dinners are so much smaller,

They are so different.

Everything is different.

Chocolate milk isn’t right

Everything you did was perfect

No one can recreate those things.

Grape crush doesn’t taste the same.

I’ve tried to find the right things

The right parts to add to each milk

To each piece of toast.

I can't.

I miss you, Gran

We all miss you.