My Grammy
My grandmother, where do I start.
My mind had been numb, not wanting to accept my truth...
My grammy is gone what am I to do?
Stuck, stuck, stuck acting like life goes on, focusing on being a mom.
But in my office at work during those quiet days. Thoughts of you blow mind my away
It is the quiet place that let my heart breaks with swirling thoughts of you.
I can't let you go grammy what am I to do?
Copyright © Stepheney Hernandez | Year Posted 2016
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