Grandma

always ever aiming high , grew up in a household where this was encouraged your hands caress my shoulders as you sing wisdom to me while we watched tv a smile on your lips and laughter in your lungs I tell you latest stories just another episode of me being me shared the same heart beat for so many years fighting spiritual tears, mama , my ride or die for sure your love for simple things so pure never had to ask for your belief you just gave it to me , held my hand in the rain yet tell me nigga take that pain thats the stuff branding warriors taught me there's always going to be things i have to push through on my own but never alone your faith in me building faith in my soul , you say keep going stand firm you're a Flowers so be strong forever and always be missed until the moment comes when we can finally abandon cell phones and i too come home