I think I’ll hide away this love poem
We’re not the sort of people with gigantic gestures anyways
or maybe we are, who knows, devoid of being overtly sentimental
honesty seems key. And I can be honest to your face
but writing a love poem and sharing it is a little beyond what I find comfortable
Everyone who has met you knows you. And they love you for you.
Your self-disappreciating jokes… your sense of style your provision of home.
And I’m so proud to carry your name. Oma, I love you I love you I love you.