The marijuana industry, growing like a weed
'til Amazon moves in, on Jeff Bezos' jet-black steed
He'll ink a contract which will plant the seed
For Amazon, this new industry to bleed...
If ignorance were bliss
And I had one wish.
I would unlearn all that I know.
I would play as a toddler
with my granddaughter,
and have fun as we go.
I would do as she does.
Growing like a weed,
Learn as she learns.
And before I’m through,
I will enjoy complaining
like teenagers do.
Going through the aches and pains
of adolescence.
Becoming aware of the world.
Looking forward to
and wasting opportunities
Like young adults do.
But only…
if I had one wish.
I have a young niece and Gracie is her name...
And since she has been in my life I haven't been the same.
She just turned seven and is growing like a weed...
And she brings excitement to life that her grand parents need.
She loves school and is learning each day...
But at her grand parents home is where she loves to play.
There are times when me and Gracie like to act silly and have fun...
And she is so full of energy and keeps us all on the run.
Gracie is my niece and we all love here so...
And she's her grand parents companion wherever they go.
Gracie is only seven but she's as wise as she can be...
And my little niece is simply special to me.
Tk.
Your son lays
Within a coupla feet of me
Sleeping blissfully
upon my couch
I see you in
everything he does
Your picture is on my desktop
so I can talk to you
I miss having
someone who understands
Understands love
Hate children life
Your other son is
growing like a weed
I need to jump on them both to
reach for a hug
They look like you
Talk like you
Laugh like you
Listen like you
Work like you
Drive like you
But they are not you.
I will keep them safe and happy
as they are now. You may be gone
But I will stay as long as I can.
I will see you when the time is right
Keep twinkling the stars for me...
Love hugs and kisses
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