Grandparent – PROCLAMATION TRANSFORMATION

We can’t rewind, but we can take a minute to think about the good times.
Relive the smiles and increase the volume of the laughter.
I can see me in your eyes, can you see yourself in mine?
A Queen
Whose reign never shadows that of others, but casts only light for them to grow and shine.
Our fingers dance together, intertwined like our hearts.
When you serenade me with lullabies of life, sleeping is a sanctuary.
Where we can run wild in our dreams, imprint our footsteps on the beach.
They remain permanent like your hands upon my spirit.
This is a love so deep, you don’t just feel it you embody it, you don’t just hear it you see it.
Come get close,
I never want to leave.
I want to escape with you and rediscover moments in our life in places we didn’t get to be.
Look in me.
Your lines can’t tell your stories, and I can try to allow mine, but
I don’t know the her-story fully.
Tell me about the first breath, the big steps, you took as a child. What did you sacrifice for us to be here now?
Let us celebrate the anniversary of your being.
I’m your Lil Bit, but your a big part of the woman I am becoming now. I’ve always wanted to make you proud, and
When I read you a piece of my poetry, you looked at me with such a impenetrable smile, a couple tears ran down your face, and
You had the nerve to ask me who it was about.
I said a Queen, A Goddess, a Phenomenal Woman.
I kissed your hand, laid upon your chest, and held my breath tho I wanted to scream, shout, and praise you.
I – kneeling beside your bed, reassuring that the woman I am worshiping in this poem, is you – without a doubt.
Your stance – Grand in the presence of my life.
Irreplaceable.
Being with you now is a priceless gift.
Thankful today to be your Grand-Kid.

I love you more than just a little bit,

Signed,
(A big piece of you)
– Your Lil Bit

I’d be lying if I say I didn’t want to go back.

As I’m lying on my back,

An abundance of thoughts are racing through my head, so its hard to stay on track.

It’s December and I’m having dreams of Santa placing me in my fathers lap.

A stork delivering me between my mothers legs.

Flashbacks holding my Sisters hands, they’re teaching me how to dance.

Walk down stairs to sneak something to eat, and see my brothers red hands.

I’d be lying if I say I didn’t want to go back.

And as I’m lying on my back,

Numerous thoughts race through my head, so its hard to stay on track.

I see me sitting on the table as my grandmother feeds me.

I wont bite the hand, rather admire the gentleness of them.

Now I’m running across the grass blowing bubbles with my cousins.

There’s an elephant in the room, but won’t nobody say nothing.

And as I’m lying on my back,

A plethora of thoughts race through my head, so its hard to stay on track.

Hey ! I’m cruising; riding a bike that won’t take me anywhere.

I remember Grandmas red beans & rice, cabbage, and spaghetti nobody would want to share.

“There’s a hole in my stockings” I said, but she always had an extra pair.

I can still hear Wild Bill calling me the prettiest girl

Opening my eyes during the long prayer

Admiring my nephew as he plays in his mothers hair

Her stomach round my niece is in there.

And as I’m lying on my back

An overflow of thoughts race through my head, so its hard to stay on track

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to go back.

When we gathered together and laughed until we shed tears.

Every household had a secret that they didn’t want to share

I keep smiling sitting at the table with no one there.

So I fill in the empty seats with memories.

Now I’m remember this place, and never meant for it to come here.

The real estate I’m on is now a couch I call my home.

And as I’m lying on my back

Thoughts are shadowing memories, so it’s hard to place a bet

Who would win this war the guilt or the hard head

In a room with 4 walls and no ceilings,

No doors, windows, or ladders,

How the fuck do I get out of here?

Everything around me happened so fast, why do I feel like I’m in slow motion?

As I’m lying on my back

I pack this bowl and drink this potion.

Who would’ve thought I’d be the sucker for love

I never showed emotion.

But I feel my heart skip a couple beats every time I hold my Grandmothers hand.

I tend to rethink everything I could have done different.

I’m trying to cherish time, but how am I suppose to do that if I cant even get a grasp of it?

And as I’m lying on my back,

I never thought it would have come to this.

A point where I can’t even finish this without

adding a couple “What Ifs“, a couple “Maybes”

Thinking — is it best to be myself, or what I am expected to be?

Then I think again

Should I have even wrote this?

Many will read into a misconstrued message.

Fuck it tho

As I’m lying on my back

I find no reason to lie.

I wish I could go back just to make more memories…..

-Leighrick

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