For the Conqueror of My Phobias
Have you ever seen such grace and wisdom
with love shared like no other
I give thanks and gratitude
to my dearest grandmother.
Laying in tears
in a household shattered
growing a fear
Our love had become batter
Lonely
upset
fear of seperation
but instantly, one phone call
could turn to motivation.
Prayer, positivity, and hope filled my eyes
it was always Grandma Rose
on the other line.
Such an angel would praise her
for the deeds she provides
from caring for fosters
or giving out rides.
But what captured me most
was her share of experience
I finally found a soul
that made me feel less mysterious.
Together we learned the gospel
so I could live a better life
daily chores and cooking meals
so i could be a better wife.
Without her stories and good faith
my future looks blue
So to Grandma Rose
my protector
I will always love you!