That Grandma love

It ain’t no love
in the Universe
like that
Grandmother love
that kind that
fills and heals you up
with that indefatigable
stuff
These two
is mine
Grandma and Bigmama
residing in the celestial
but while they
were here gracing
a place wicked in
its ways –
showing
perservance in a time
when they were
told to hang
their head
but instead
my twin pillars
said that
shiggitty was dead
they never
bent their knees
unless they
were giving alms
to the Almighty
kept it 💯
gave gifts
to their brood
so that we
wouldn’t be
victims or tools
to the vile and
wicked.

Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes