She had kind way about her
But, part of her a little on guard
Grandma grew up when times were tough
Life could be cruel and hard
Solid as rock
Yet, soft as putty
When trying to be serious
delightfully nutty
She’d bake us pies from the apples
we picked from the tree in her yard

They say that what's outside doesn't matter,
but what if what's inside isn't pretty either?

through a seam in the blinds
the sun
still

Gloom and doom —
Twins in strife.
What’s the world?
Plain as life:
Spread the fear,
Twist the lie —
Then, my dear,
Rule as swine.

Breathe your sins
Into my soul,
And be unafraid,
Because forgiveness -
From me to you,
Is inevitable -
And would undoubtedly prevail.