This is a collaborative memoir of our relationships with our maternal grandmothers, who we lost in the spring of 10th grade. Our relationships mirror each other’s in many ways, especially as daughters of immigrant parents.
This poem encapsulates, for me at least, the painful feeling of loved ones growing old. It also conveys the struggle of watching a grandparent with Parkinson’s diminish as the years go by.
Rainy days engulf you, take over, and become all-consuming. Rain is more than just the weather, it’s the atmosphere that comes with the feeling of walking down the sidewalk while rain pours down around you.