Seventeen

The shadows cascade her eyes as if she is living in a picture of black and white
Her eyes illuminate the essence of the sun
Brightly burning behind her
Wrapped in clouds of curls and a dirty nicotine smile

A manly confidence invades
her womanly posture
Her toes, implanted into the sand
Speak of secrets and unwanted men

Grandmother, how many days can go by
Where my heart lies
Beneath the ground in which you lie

Grandmother, how many years can go by
Where my mind searches to find
the beauty left behind