Grandmother

A smile of wisdom
sets upon her face.
The crystal azul eyes
piercing my thoughts
linking mind to mind.
Her memories spoken aloud
invade my mind
as if to remember
such a time
that I have not lived.
I gaze upon her face
never noticing the flaws
overlooking
wrinkles of time
well spent.
The warmth of passion,
fierce love
finds it's way
into my heart.
Swelling with pride
I listen
she babbles
about thoughts
dwindling in her mind.
I think to myself
realizing
Mother was right,
no one can replace,
the ancestral knowledge
of my grandmother.