Tribute to my Grammy
They say time heals wounds but this gash is like no other. Nugh ugh this is way deeper than I could ever imagine. Everyday I think of your smiling face. Though it wasn’t always roses and chocolates in our
relationship I still miss the laughs that we sheared and the wars we fought. A whole lot of time dun flew
by but it still hurts like you left me yesterday. So what I do? Should I just drown in my misery or do I
seek ways of relief?
I wish I could revive those days and replace the sparkle in my eye; bringing life to this troublesome and
lost soul of mine. I’ll never forget the late nights when I couldn't sleep and you would rub my back an
comfort me until I dose off or make me a cup of tea. That and the warmth of her embrace alone was more than security it was more like my personal jail cell. A place I visit only when I wanted to be catered to. My poison and holding cell but yet my cure and my private island. All these things in one lady what a woman she was indeed but my passion and my drive is all gone with her. Life is way less meaningless now. I thought of ways to make it worth while but all have failed. No woman can ever break the hold she has on my heart.
My bone marrow produces red blood cells in the form of her name. All because she is within me; she always has been. My indirect source of life, it was her womb that created the womb that nurtured me into this materialistic world some 18 years ago. So I thank you for life and for all the ways that you impacted my life.
R.I.P Albertha Deloris Brennen-McMinns
I miss YOU
Sept. 8, 2007
relationship I still miss the laughs that we sheared and the wars we fought. A whole lot of time dun flew
by but it still hurts like you left me yesterday. So what I do? Should I just drown in my misery or do I
seek ways of relief?
I wish I could revive those days and replace the sparkle in my eye; bringing life to this troublesome and
lost soul of mine. I’ll never forget the late nights when I couldn't sleep and you would rub my back an
comfort me until I dose off or make me a cup of tea. That and the warmth of her embrace alone was more than security it was more like my personal jail cell. A place I visit only when I wanted to be catered to. My poison and holding cell but yet my cure and my private island. All these things in one lady what a woman she was indeed but my passion and my drive is all gone with her. Life is way less meaningless now. I thought of ways to make it worth while but all have failed. No woman can ever break the hold she has on my heart.
My bone marrow produces red blood cells in the form of her name. All because she is within me; she always has been. My indirect source of life, it was her womb that created the womb that nurtured me into this materialistic world some 18 years ago. So I thank you for life and for all the ways that you impacted my life.
R.I.P Albertha Deloris Brennen-McMinns
I miss YOU
Sept. 8, 2007
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