She’s In Heaven.

She was young
And beautiful.
There was a touch
Of divinity in her eyes,
On her lips
And in her soul.
She was a sweet fragrance
Of an immortal rose
Enchanting every nose
She passed by
But it defused in the air
Before someone faithful
Could inhale it
And seal it in his heart
Against the hands of God.
For hers was the beauty
That angels themselves envied.
She is a bride in Heaven.

Shut up Grandma

Shut Up Grandma,
Your stories are lies.
Sing us a song instead,
Ay! You forgot the melody.

I’m old enough, grandma,
I can sing my own tune.
Forgive me if it hurts you,
For I use to forgive you always.

Thank you, grandma,
If you should ever feel
You’ve changed my destiny,
I though walked my own road, barefoot.

Whose blood runs in my veins?
It couldn’t reach my heart anyway.
There is dirt in that, grandma,
I have bled my own blood.

There is question I feared ask,
For I know your answer.
It doesn’t matter anymore,
So; tell me, did you ever love me?