Granny
Inspiration comes in breaths
Of lilac scented afternoons
Spent sitting on the front porch swing
Talking to Granny about everything
Her heart was always in the right place
Just between mercy and amazing grace
She listened intently to my every thought
Not caring that I was just a young girl
Miracles happen in softly falling leaves
That she rakes up into piles that sit waiting
For my smiling, laughing, running wildness
Jumps amid their vivid colored crunching
Her warmth calms my spirit when I hurt
And sends my broken heart into reverse
Allowing me to cry softly without a word
Because she understands me in every nod
Compassion grows like a blessing from above
Considering my worst worries and struggles
Trials that only Jesus can possibly get me through
Yet, she tries to help me with her intimate touch
Her youth was long gone before I even met her
Yet she holds so much wisdom in her mind I find
The time I spend sharing my heart’s dream with her
Is time that will always be carved into my memories
A shining light as bright as the morning sunshine
Welcomes me to her kitchen where we talk long
About anything that comes to mind, every word
Spoken fresh and spicy, like her tempting dishes
Her words shutter through my mind many times
Reminding me to offer praise to the heavenly Father
Who gave me someone I could always share with
Pieces of my heart that would never leave her presence
Only her heart would understand the reality of me
Expressing myself in words of anger, haste and wishes
Passions that she herself must have felt a while ago
When she lived through the world I was tending to now
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