Smoking Rose

I miss my Grandma
Like one misses the sun when all you have is rain
She smelled of cigarettes and cheap rose perfume
Always giving everything she could to us
I remember brushing her hair
Those beautiful chestnut colored hair
The soft curls turning grey as time went on
She didn't know anything about cooking
Always quick to order something fast
The only thing she ever made was
Something called corn fritters
Mashed potatoes with corn fried in patty
She used to put smiles made of ketchup on them
Oh... How I miss her hands holding mine
Golden rings, glimmering garnets and a ruby wedding ring
My Grandma called herself Rose
And my gods do I miss her so much