The Garden We Water

My grandmother lives in a small room with a big window.

She cannot walk now, so a nurse comes every morning.

The nurse opens the curtains and says, "Look, the sun is here." Grandma smiles and asks about the garden outside.

We planted yellow flowers there last spring, and she watches them from her bed.

Sometimes she holds my hand and talks about her old house.

She says, "I am not afraid, because I had a good life." I listen and feel quiet inside.

The nurse tells me that talking helps her a lot.

So I visit every day after school, and we water the garden together in our minds.