I remember the cloth
of Grandma's dress
soft cotton - worn with time
she smelled of ivory soap
and lotion
she sang while she swept the floor
notes of warmth and joy saturated her air
she knew what and when I needed
before I knew my self
she kept me safe
when the rest of the world was hell
she helped my good to grow
she suffocated the dark
she called me an angel
she knew me - and loved me
she trained me up in the way I should go
her love was a work of art.
of Grandma's dress
soft cotton - worn with time
she smelled of ivory soap
and lotion
she sang while she swept the floor
notes of warmth and joy saturated her air
she knew what and when I needed
before I knew my self
she kept me safe
when the rest of the world was hell
she helped my good to grow
she suffocated the dark
she called me an angel
she knew me - and loved me
she trained me up in the way I should go
her love was a work of art.
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