quiet sound
I turn on the tv to wash out quiet sound,
I look at what I've lost and begin to feel down,
every time I would stuttered around, I frown,
because I miss that loving grandma' kiss, that could bring any horrible day around.
You valued me when I giggled silly and showed me a love so profound,
You always encourage me to be mighty and I admit fearing one day I'd let you down,
You were every bit of a mother to me; when life chewed me up...you were my rebound.
I turn on the tv to wash out quiet sound,
burning for your laughter to expound these feelings I have impound.
You chipped away the stares that came flooding down and cleared away my tears to see what you called "pretty brown"
You were everything to me... I feeling I'm realizing is seldom found;
I will love you through eternity because that just how we got'down.
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