no one cares what you do on your last day on earth
except everyone else left behind to carry the hurt
im not saying its a free pass to do evil
i only wish to do good onto people
so is passing away bittersweet?
happy for me and sad for thee?
or is that why we celebrate
we all knew along the way
that this was fate
each one is different
just a shade of memories
i cannot be insensitive
some are taken entirely to early
so does anyone truly care
what you do on your last day on earth?
embracing the next step of the cycle
as you enter a new birth
while everyone else is left
behind to carry the hurt
and im not saying its a free pass to do evil
i only want to do good unto people.
just something ive come to think on
as i drive through Kentucky feeling withdrawn
the sleeping baby gives a smile,
listening to her sweet lullaby.
which the young granny keeps compile.
the song of sleep for your eyes.
her talent was so versatile,
she can make any baby stop cry.
in my sleep, to check on me, she always come by.
A young granny with a sad smile bid bye-bye.
Shedding tears and laughing in her memories is a movie watched on loop by me.
Story of granny about the deceased shining as a star is the force driving me into asking all stars the reason for her deviation from the path of her promise of never leaving me alone.
Silences are her replies if she really exists in any of the stars.
Silhouttes of dark circles under my eyes is the waiting for her reply.
Her betrayal is a fire and I'm its victim.
I love you
How do you feel now?
How are you?
I miss you
What do you do now?
Where are you?
Talk to me
Here I recall you
Can you see?
You're so kind to me
as the tide in the sea
Oh my Granny I need you.
Get the cure from the sore
Stay safe and happy life
Oh my Granny God bless you.
In this light summer rain
I miss you my love
On this afternoon
I miss you again.
I am sitting alone
and gazing clouds
from my window
But I don't feel better
Oh my darling!
I feel like we're seeing
on the green leaves
Let's be together
and stay forever
Let's do something!
I love this rainy forest
and this happy wind,
Oh babe, come to me
and touch my heart
with your love.
I think in my mind
You are coming soon.
If you come here this afternoon
and smile to me
Then I will be impressed
and gaze at you
when you'll dance in the rain!
This is the love I know only in dreams,
In my grandmother's home,
Where I sit in a sunlit glow,
writing beautiful things,
Listening to her stories.
Where I'm selfless and whole.
Oh, I pray,
Oh, I wish,
She lives forever to tell me more.
This is the love,
This is the love I know only in dreams
its been 8 years since you’ve gone to a better place. On one hand I’m sad that you’ve left and on the other, I’m sorta glad because the present world isn’t as beautiful as it used to be. But I’ll meet you soon granny. And then we can sing together to our hearts content and I can listen to your stories whenever and forever❤️
Have you seen my granny?
She shoots like Johnny Wayne,
Smokes cigarettes like Garbo,
Sings like Kelly in the rain.
She's doubtless at the movies
Watching Audrey zip 'round Rome,
And wishing she were young enough
To run away from home.
My nana laughs like Rita,
Plays chess like Steve McQueen,
She smoulders like her heroes do
Up on that silver screen.
Have you seen my granny?
She loves Bogart and Bacall,
And in her dreams forever
She is blonde and six-foot tall.
Third verse NOT a team player. Will revisit. Gotta go!
‘Movies, to him and the majority of the planet, are an enhancement to a life. The way a glass of wine complements a dinner. I’m the other way around. I’m the kind of person who eats a few bites of food so that my stomach can handle the full bottle of wine I’m about to drink.’
- Patton Oswalt, Silver Screen Fiend: Learning About Life from an Addiction to Film
fondly remember your grandmother's house
as I share with you mine
a pantry, tall as a mountain when I was six.
a forbidden box of sugar cubes that was never really off limits
cookies, warm and soft. how does she always have them?
sitting in the rocking chair, toes miles away from the floors
strange stories you hope aren't true
ice cubes made of lemonade
an afternoon refresher
a sunday spent at home, at your grandma's house
always drawing and painting
playing in the yard
her cats in your lap, warm and fuzzy
she braids your hair with her wise, experienced hands
does she always smell like lavender?
gumdrops and hard candies
playing dominoes on the floor
there's nowhere else I'd rather be
than at home
at my grandma's house
Went to my grandma for advice today.
She gave the best advice I could get. Even a therapist, doctor, officer of the law and a scientist can't beat granny's advice. She is just too kind for me and beloved by me.
Even though she's sick, when I need her help, she has the clearest mind. And for that I'm really grateful.
Personal and sorry for that. I just thought it waa word sharing such a gesture of love
"In my time"
Its her way of staying relevant
Like a deer caught in the glare of an intruding pair of head lights
A slave to the clock ..
Her master contemplating her worth
"Her time is up"
A life spend chained to the shackles of expectation and imagination
Disillusioned soul ..
Clouded by the illusions of fortune and imomortality
Clarity was reality
A painful realisation
Death is on her door
He collects whats his
EVERYONE is his customer
A fruitful life ?
A Wasteful life ?