R.I.P. Grandma Cella
Before your heart beat mutes
and your mouth no longer tunes
Grandma, there's something I have to ask you
Do you remember our song?
The song with the sweat dripping drums
faded into the African mans' thumbs
as he swung his dreads
and he'd be damned to ever relax his head
Do you remember the song
where the gourd bell's rung
and the overgrown grass sung
a song so sweet to the pond,
it became a river
and our souls began to shiver
Do you remember the song
that gave mom, dad, and I chills
The only song that alzhymers couldn't kill
The song you sung whenever you were whipped
The song you sang after lying
every time, saying you tripped
Now that your heart beat is mute
and your mouth no longer tunes
Grandma, there's something I forgot to ask you
Do you remember our song?
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