As I let love slide out my grasp
I see your hair twist and twirl again
To the sea of an ocean blown away
Again and again sand finds my toes
My fingers curl into yours
On the West Coast the air blows
Notes that are only meant for you

And
This is the world
Floating in uncertainty

I drew a picture of the Prophet
and hung it on the wall
no matter what some may say
It's not bad at all
may not be my best work
but what can I say?
I'm really not an artist anyway

Once upon a time, a little girl found a seed.
She wasn’t looking for a seed,
but she found one anyway.
She held it in the palm of her hand
and wondered and wondered.
She planted it in rich, black soil.
For weeks she watered the soil,
gave it sunlight,
and even sang to it.
It sprouted and grew into a beautiful flower,
with petals of colors man
hadn’t even invented names for yet.
The girl loved the flower,
and the flower loved her back.
They were happy.
But between smiles and blooms,
the girl and the flower knew
that this could not possibly last forever.
“Flower, I know no matter how much I care for you,
some day you will die.”
The flower nodded and when he did,
some of his brilliant petals fell to the soil.
The girl gently pocketed them to keep.
As time went on, the flower began to wilt;
his colors faded;
his roots shriveled with the rest of him;
but the girl still continued to care for him.
When the day came, there was not a speck of color
left in his stem and petals,
and the girl knew he had gone.
She ran her fingers over his soil
only to discover a pile of seeds
that had fallen from his dying center.
She collected them, tilled a patch of land
outside of her window
and planted each of them
with the same love and care as before.
They bloomed bright with petals of colors
man hadn’t even invented names for yet.
The girl loved her flowers
and was happy to share their beauty
with the world passing by.
This, she believed,
was how her flower knew it was to be
all along.

my great grammy mima
was the best person
alive
if you couldn't do something
she told you to
try and try and try

my great grammy mima
was the most heartwarming person
alive
if you were sad
she made you very
glad

my great grammy mima
was the most talented person
alive
she could play the flute, harp, and sing like an angel
she got featured on the music channel

my great grammy mima isn't now
alive
but she'll stay in my heart
and i'll try hard not to cry