Her Prayers

For all that I've remember I heard her every new day talking to Him Not about her but about all her lovies She might not show it everyday She can be annoying most of the days Had it not been her prayers I won't be having this chance to say My grandma's prayers is the one guiding me through all the ways It might not always be in words I could be in the form of the salty drops gliding down her face But it's the purest form of love She ever gave.