I've got a lollipop in space,
she's my saving grace,
with a gentle wrinkled
grandma's face
She has the Stars on a string,
makes the constellations sing,
and wears the sun on her hand
like a pinky ring.
She's light,
a delight,
always right
with a smile that fights
the blackest of nights
and hands that cure
anyone's plight.
She sugar on berries
when the path gets scary
and filled with the void
of wicked fairies.
A dollop on top,
the cream of the crop,
the rain in the desert
where it doesn't drop....
An Illuminating Force
nothing can stop
My grandma in the heavens.... my Lollipop.
La quiero mucho abuelita
