Meeting Grandma for the first time

Meeting my Grandma for the first time

Looking over the horizon I saw a small petite figure looking directly at me. However, as I got closer to her I could see that this stranger had a certain grandeur about her. Her whole demeanour was that of a gentle and wise heavenly maiden. When she lifted her eyes to look into mine I felt as if she was looking into my soul and replacing every grain of doubt, misery and sadness with a soft warm light. Her thin framboise coloured lips bent into a crescent smile, she offered me a hand, pulling me into a balm leaf scented embrace. In my ear she whispered ever so softly 'Welcome to my home, my dear granddaughter'.