Ode To My Granny

Two thousand and fourteen will forever be one of my worst years
My granny passed away and things spiraled downward from there
She would've been eighty years old today because it's her birthday
It's been almost four years but I still haven't returned to her grave
Instead, her name is tatted on my left pec right above my ailing heart
So that, even though she isn't physically here, we're never ever apart
I yearn for her presence and I wholeheartedly miss her dearly
Every second of every hour of every day of every month and yearly
She was like a mother, an auntie and a grandmother to so many people
Even if you weren't part of her bloodline she still would gladly feed you
She'd feed your body, feed your mind, and provide nourishment for your soul
A one in a million woman who made you feel warm in a world that's brutally cold
She wouldn't want for me to spend the remainder of my days in debilitating pain
So I had to find an effective way to carry on, with my heart torn, each & everyday
Began writing down my emotions & exposed them so all could read what I had to say
That marked the conception of this artistic expression that we all like to call poetry