Hero
A woman
Tall, intelligent, and free
Not only took care of herself
But took care of me
Eighteen kids
And a legacy left behind
She’s not only theirs
But she’s mine
The way she speaks
The way she laughs
The woman that I want to be
God, if I could only be half
Young at heart
But legally old
Her heart is simply made of gold
Was a woman of God
A woman of praise
Would turn anything dark
into a summer day
From Mississippi
To Topeka
To Illinois
You are my ultimate pride & joy
You are strong
You are mighty
You are loving
Yet oh, so tiny
When you sing
I fill with glee
You make everyone
simply... happy
I remember the days
I used to sit on your lap
I would do anything
To get those days back
You fight battles
Climb mountains
All in slippers & a dress
When you pray,
You have the power to bless
When cancer took over,
I knew she was in pain
But even through that,
Her smile remained the same
She was a survivor
Until one day she seemed...
To become lighter...
No, please, she’s a fighter
The day she finally closed her eyes
Was the day after my mom’s birthday
SURPRISE!
An angel like her to be taken away should be against the law
Well...
Just thought you should know...
You’re my hero grandma
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