Tomorrow on the 16th of July marks the day my grandmother left this world. I'm only saying grandmother to clearify, but that woman was my mother, never have I called her grandma. I was her first grand-daughter, and that makes me pround. The most painful part about death is having to replace words such "she is" with "she was". At first you are indenial, and consider a now. But then later along the way you start to learn to talk in past tense. The pain that takes over when I think of her. I know one thing for sure, she died a proud person, for she raised strong people. Multiple times have I failed to say or write anything about her. This is the first time. As she is resting and watching from above, I want her to know that she is dearly treasured. I wrote a personal poem for her
MY GRANDMOTHER
Lilly flower she named me
Planted in her hands
I was just a seed
Go on now bloom
My lilly flower
Dazzle the world
I'm puzzled by such beauty
However I'm complete
The glass may break into pieces
But I shall mould you
Because you are a blessing
I sing the tunes about my lilly
I dance in the garden where I may guide you
Her voice and mine
In a valley
Where her imagination ran
About her flower
My little lilly flower
She would say
Go on now bloom
Dazzle the world
I'm puzzled by such beauty
However I'm complete!
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I miss her, words don't begin to describe the feeling. The joys I've had with her. Rest in peace mama wam.
