for my grandmother
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The news blares bright and gaudy. Full of fear and sound.
yet in the warmth of my grandmothers living room
golden light filtering
through her paisley curtains
it feels
far
away
Your actions have not gone unnoticed
Nor your tears and prayers taken for granted
Your sacrifices, encouragement, and love shaped me
Into the strong independent woman I am soon to become
Grandmother tell me a story
not that repetitive one but the other one
the one about you and me
how you first looked at me
how you first held me
My hero doesn’t wear tights
Just an old T-shirt
She doesn’t fight in battles
But she holds me when I’m hurt
We laugh at our mistakes
