For the Conqueror of My Phobias

Have you ever seen such grace and wisdom

with love shared like no other

I give thanks and gratitude

to my dearest grandmother.

Laying in tears

in a household shattered 

growing a fear

Our love had become batter

Lonely

upset

fear of seperation

but instantly, one phone call

could turn to motivation.

Prayer, positivity, and hope filled my eyes 

it was always Grandma Rose

on the other line.

Such an angel would praise her

for the deeds she provides

from caring for fosters

or giving out rides.

But what captured me most

was her share of experience

I finally found a soul

that made me feel less mysterious.

Together we learned the gospel 

so I could live a better life

daily chores and cooking meals

so i could be a better wife.

Without her stories and good faith

my future looks blue

So to Grandma Rose

my protector

I will always love you!