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Through The Storms
I know my granny still with me; I feel her spirit
When my mind's feeling hazy; she helps clear it
Her loving voice? I miss its beautiful, audible tones
She had no choice; her father summoned her home
Through the storms; she provided my comfort
That was her norm; she provided my support
In the court of public opinion, she was an angel
Any who says otherwise, I'd quickly strangle
Like a right angle, she helped me stand erect
She'll forever garner my total & utmost respect
My sanity almost ejected; plane began nose diving
I had to collect myself in order to keep on surviving
When my mind's feeling hazy; she helps clear it
Her loving voice? I miss its beautiful, audible tones
She had no choice; her father summoned her home
Through the storms; she provided my comfort
That was her norm; she provided my support
In the court of public opinion, she was an angel
Any who says otherwise, I'd quickly strangle
Like a right angle, she helped me stand erect
She'll forever garner my total & utmost respect
My sanity almost ejected; plane began nose diving
I had to collect myself in order to keep on surviving
Published 4th Jan 2020
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love the artwork it just sets it off so beautifully composed very heart felt as i can relate to this piece on a very personal level my granny i was very close too and grandpa raised me since i was 7 its true what you said sometimes she speaks to me when she knows i am going through the storm...respect brother for this beautiful written piece
