Johnnie Mae
Grandma!
I bet that’s what I would have called you.
I’m here
My name is Khyla
and I’m a beautiful person.
I wonder what I got from you
Your smile, your eyes, your beautiful flaws
I wanna know you,
Like you know me
Can you see me grandma?
I see you
In my head, my imagination
You look like your daughter.
She’s a beautiful person too
And even as these tears fall down my face
I want you to know that
No matter what
I would have loved you
I would have loved your laugh
I would have loved your singing
I would have loved your scent
I would have loved your lips as they kiss these
Tears.
Johnnie Mae
Hmmm God didn’t make you a memory
He made you an angel
I hope my smile gave you wings
…Grandma
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