FB doesn't have a grave or a headstone
But its a blessing to have a place to go
And read a heartfelt post
Written like a decorated bouquet
And a well placed rose

She no longer has to fight
The long days and nights
Fighting pain that crippled and rippled through her
Life's riddles no longer confuse her
Transformation into knowledge everlasting a star ascending to glory
Existing in spirit watching down on the loved ones she left behind
Each one looking to the sky
Looking for guidance, calm, warmth
Some still acting like fools
Some using their God-given tools
All evolving as successes and failures in their own right
Heirs to nothing in the physical
Yet heirs to a birthright
Not a finite currency but a legacy
Eternally sprinkled about the brush
The love grandma gave us is on us to carry up
The climb is steep and the journey is long
But as our dearly departed sleeps
We have her spirit, memories, and teachings to keep us strong

"Dedicated to my grandma"

There a deeper place of self
A richer place than wealth
A place where the soul is kept
inept to pretense and precepts
Where being present is a gift

Blossoming where you're planted
Is rarely a vision upon which you planned it
When you're born you're handed a set of circumstances that marginalizes potential and positions self-doubt in your brain
listening to people complain about what they could've done had society given them a fair shake
Breed a ingrate who probably going to make the same mistake and breed negative feelings until it gestate a belief that you can't aspire or differentiate
Between a dreamer dream and a dreamers escape
Success is a gape
Built on the architects mind and a hustlers pace operating on a bridge holding together purpose and space
potential unfulfilled is waste
Of time and Gods creative
You don't  choose what era we live, out parents,
how much wealth you inherit
All you can do is use the vehicle God gave
Then use every advantage we can
To make something of our circumstances and be more

Morning Darling
I see you sleeping so calm
Your mane a flowing balm
Do I dare I disrupt your rest
The slight twinge of your hands cupped under your temple the covers pulled to your neck
As much as I want to whisper in your ear good morning
You deserve to dream
You deserve this time away from the noise and the stress
Accept this forehead kiss
A subtle reminder that back in the world your spirit is truly missed

In a socioeconomically stricken place like North Omaha
Where all we saw were dead end jobs and dead beat dads
It didn't become clear until I got older that despite all the noise and distractions
God had a plan
In the ghetto
There are so many unnatural things kids aren't supposed to see
But you and PT saw a need
Your effort of good deeds
Sowing seeds in the cement
Growing and developing young roses out of concrete
Through all these years it is and I am evident that the harvest you reaped was bountiful
What you were giving up or what you turned down to be with us I can't imagine
But what you did for us was beautiful
Joy freely given to poor black and white children alike
Neglected kids
I can tell you in all honestly there were times in our lives that no one offered more hope than the you of two did
You cared for us
Kept us
Sacrificed of yourself to set us up
You both put us on a positive productive path
All because you allowed yourselves to listen to and follow Gods plan
Because of that experience I understand the impact on one life I can have
No matter where we all are
You saved our lives
You well and faithfully gave us a chance at life
I stand now with your fully grown kids and say to the two of you
We honor you
And without our time with you way back when
There would be no way for us now
There would be no way for us to win

we.love.you.

Nakedly
Holding me
Knowing me
Like know one else knows the gaps and holes
In my character flaws
Deliberately, you embrace and accommodate them all
Who I AM
You accept it
With no prerequisite
I get to bend and sin
Fallback
Get up
And brush off the dust of my mistakes
Without being made to feel like an ingrate
You bring a grace and a headspace that provides me the space to calculate and learn
With you I don't feel alone
Like I'm just being tolerated or condoned
I feel like I'm with someone I can grow reap and sow
with whom I can dream dreams of incandescence
Holding hands with an angel staring far off in the distance
Watching river waves push against each other rippling through the gape
The infinity of space
And the hope of the vast beyond
So beautiful and great