Scared to go to grandma funeral
While the tree on Allen street stand tall
It suddenly remind me of you and the glory of god
Sadly when the seasons change the leaves may fall
But the tree still remain because the roots where unflawed
The truth is grandma
You are my heart
With no permission I climbed that tree branch by branch
That same tree created switches for my discipline
You are the soil that created generations ahead
You are the faith of a mustard seed I’m puzzled
Like the book in your hands
I understand god is in charge
So I pray like Joseph & Moses
My favorite story is Noah’s ark
We don’t notice as our tears flowing down the river
Flowers blossom and trees are growing bigger
We owe god redemption
Ms Connie Wallace is the definition
Of loving someone with no conditions
Copyright © Keorie Mcmillan | Year Posted 2024
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