Grandma

My grandma My grandma smokes like a chimney Her eyes carry heavy burdens She relaxes in a pool of liquid spirits Her words are poison daggers piercing to expose guilt Working for the man both night and day has made her tilt Time is not her priority and don’t you dare expect an apology She does not care how anyone feels or what they think of her genealogy BUT… My grandma has a way of placing a crown on my head when she speaks to me Her watery eyes tell the story of her struggles that encourages me I only hope I’ve inherited her protective elephant coat No cruel words or misdeeds can puncture it Her hair is dressed in wisdom with a beautiful scent of knowledge These curves I have, I am not ashamed, and these were a gift you see A gift from her to me Like a lioness she always protects me Always ready to pounce on the enemy Her hands are the branches of hard work and discipline Sprouting out the appropriate punishment to fit my crimes She never gives me fast answers or the typical lines The best gift she gives me is the gift of her time She is so proud of me, she brags about every little thing I do I feel a little unworthy, but wouldn’t you too My grandma is like a rose to me, gentle yet resilient Once you see past her shield of thorns, you find a love that pure and brilliant.