Grandma

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    Grandma

    In my best friend’s dorm room

    Is where I was when I received the call.

    I heard the words clearly

    But I didn’t want to read the writings on the wall.

     

    Mother was telling me

    That my grandma had just passed

    That very moment, it feels like

    I hopped on a plane, and it crashed.

     

    Thinking too fast, because I was so confused

    A college student on the run, an overload to my shoes.

    My eyes couldn’t help it, they had to cry

    Suddenly I stopped, and whipped the tears from my eyes.

     

    Heartbroken because she’s my second mother

    Took care of me as a child, never let me suffer.

    My grandma is a blessing

    How can I not I love her.

     

     

    It hurt my heart, just to look at her

    In those hospital beds, band-aids and needles

    Too much pain, looking at her like

    Grandma please maintain

     

    I saw it in her eyes

    She didn’t want to go through it.

    So I cried inside for her

    Deep inside we all knew it

     

    I call her Gun-Ga

    That name came from my baby days

    And thanks to support from my grandma

    I’d say I am well raised.

     

    An aggressive woman she was

    But still sweet at heart.

    My grandma is my angel

    My masterpiece of art

     

    And when I look at my life

    She plays a huge role in it.

    She was always the father in my life

    When ever my daddy wasn’t in it.

     

    I wouldn’t be who I am

    If not for my grandma and mother

    Even through arguments

    We still loved each other.

     

    My tears will dry up

    But my love for my grandma, will never perish.

    Taught me how to stay strong.

    Her wisdom I truly cherish.

     

    I can never forget the memories

    They are a part of me.

    Forgetting a thing like that

    Would be to erase me.

     

    She’d do anything for me

    That is a fact

    When ever I had problems

    Grandma had my back

     

    They say a big star appeared in the skies

    The night God took her away.

    It was a sign to all of us

    God needed her more than we.

     

    Cause now she can watch over us

    Lord knows how much I’ll miss her.

    One day I’ll wake up

    And plan to go visit and kiss her

     

    But this is a lifetime challenge

    And she’d only want me to be strong.

    So I will take my family’s hand

    And tell them to hold on.

     

    My grandma is my flesh

    My grandma is my bone

    Grandma helped make me a woman

    She wants me to move on.

     

    So no matter how hard

    That this challenge may be.

    I know I can do it

    My grandma see’s it in me

     

    I saw it in her, and now my grandma is free.

    She’ll always hold my hand, she’ll help me succeed.

    A strong black female, yes that’s what I call her

    I will be proud to tell my future kids all about her.

     

    If I see her in the mirror

    As I wash my soft face

    I know she’s smiling back at me

    Taking my heart to embrace.

     

    No need to stay on this earth

    We all know it’s hell.

    But I look up to my grandma

    Told her I will not fail.

     

    And as the years go by

    I may shed a few tears.

    Reminding myself

    Of all the past years.

     

    But we cannot prevail

    If we don’t forgive our past

    And even the best things in life

    Won’t always last

     

    I look at the road ahead

    And I must go straight

    Even when the devil tells me

    “Don’t concentrate”

     

    I will continue to be

    Who my grandma helped create

    Those who have not been there

    Can’t relate

     

    I put chances with opportunities

    And take my place

    And look heaven in the eye

    With a smile on my face

     

    And if someone asks me

    How long has she been gone.

    I’ll say, my grandma didn’t leave

    She was just never at home.

     

    So I look at her and say, thank you

    Blessed with your love, I am Thankful.

    Always and forever

    I will miss you.

     3/3/1940-10/30/2008

    I LOVE YOU GRANDMA. WORD CAN NOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, BUT I GAVE IT MY BEST SHOT. I LOVE YOU DEARLY

    ALWAYS,

    Nneka J. Howell (Lady Poet)

    This poem is featued in my book "A Poet's Heart" and can be found via amazon.com & www.liberatedpublishing.com

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    Ming commented on Grandma

    12-16-2020

    Beautiful tribute - There's nothing like Grandma's love. -Much Peace -Much love

    Kingwebstar commented on Grandma

    06-06-2012

    Wow such a beautiful poem from your heart I know you make her proud .I felt your pain when my Grandpa died.This poem is truly amazing I am so happy you messaged me cause I wouldn't have found you.Stay strong and you have not only my love but also my support. Love DA KING

    snowbunny32 commented on Grandma

    05-15-2011

    i couldnt help but let a tear come from my eye while i was reading this. it really hits home about my grandma she was a wonderful and strong woman who turned me into the person i am today even though i have strayed from the path she built for me but i always find my way back she will forever be missed

    ladypoet

    05/17/2011

    Your welcome sweetie! I am glad that I captured your heart. I know your grandmother must have been a lot to you and I definitely understand that. Remember, do the best that you can in live through positivity and be the best you can be! Again, thanks for reading and I appreciate it all. Do continue to support us who are willing to make a change!

    poetress77 commented on Grandma

    05-10-2011

    "Grandma" is wonderful. Makes me think of my "Madear". A classic indeed, keep getting out your dreams.

    ladypoet

    05/17/2011

    Thanks sweetie! Your great

    sarahalyssa commented on Grandma

    03-14-2011

    Every moment counts! Love is good all the time. In the Romani village of Investi, there lives a 25-year-old woman named Rifca Stanescu. I found this here: Youngest grandmother on earth found in Romaniea Rifca's young, growing family consists of 13-year-old daughter Maria and 2-year-old grandson Ion. Thus, Stanesca, in accordance with Sun and Daily Mail research, is the youngest grandmother on record, having become one when she was twenty three.

    ladypoet

    05/17/2011

    Of course every moment counts! Tomorrow is never promised and people often take it for granted. What an interesting storyline you have there!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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