For Tata: Bushels and Pecks (I Love You)

As a 28 year old woman, I’m insanely lucky to have a great grandmother in my life who I can pick up the phone and call. Especially since, she is one of the most special people I’ve ever gotten to meet. To me, she’s love personified and I could change one thing about her- I would give her everlasting life. So this poem is for her, for Tata.

When I was younger, I remember her singing “I love you a bushel and a peck” every time I saw her. One day it became our catchphrase, a term that meant even more than I love you. So to Tata; a bushel and a peck I do!

For Tata

to all the younger mes-

I love you

yesterday and the day before

last year and the one prior

when you were wrong

when you were careless

when you were broken

when you convinced yourself no one else did

when you gave us bangs

when you went against everything we stood for

when you watered every plant except for ours

when you put us on the back burner

when we were 24 and 22 and 19 and 16

when we were 12 and 9 and 6 and 4

I loved you a moment ago

and now I love you even more

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