My Grandmother

Mon, 10/01/2018 - 20:07 -- remib

My grandmother 

An old woman who has lived out her days being generous and kind

My grandmother

Giving her time and life to us 

My grandmother

The hands that feeds, provides and strives even among our own situations

My grandmother 

Like the backbone to our backs, that holds me and my silbings up

She is a woman that goes beyond for us, guiding us, protecting us and giving us what the world can't 

That is love, real autheuntic love 

That will carry us through the difficuties, heartaches and successes that may come

She is the one that inspires, motivates and her deeds are what capivates me.

She is my mentor. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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