Grams

Poetry

When childhood tears or adult fears chase away my smile,

You wrap me in the warmth of your prayers.

Cradle each hurt in the palm of your hand.

Bathe me in your praise, till my cup overflows with your love.

I do not know my way in this world, without your lamp to guide my path.

I reach for your hands to hold inside mine.

The indent of my affection pressed into your skin.

Trace each precious memory against the lines of your fingers.

Engrave these moments deep into my heart.

I tuck them away to treasure and savor,

Close my eyes, swallow my tears, and feel you still with me.

I miss you forever my Grams

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