To My Grandma
If there was a river
Where I could drown my sorrows fine
If there was mountain
Whose shield would never shine
A mountaintop of treasures
As she protects it all
Standing tall
As Valor
Honor as they come
Prepared for all
It may take
Power
Standing strong
Wise with age
and young in old
amazing more so than anyone I know
incredible in teachings
impeccable cleanings
as she passes on her knowledge to
once younger ears as mine
Miraculous patience
Listening to never-ending absurdities
Flowing in the river of words that surround
Prominent from the two main oceans of inanity
That is me and my mother
A deeper understanment
Of life and what is held afar