Dearest

Dear
My dearest grandmother
I have always known that there was something extremely beautiful about you
You were perfectly designed by the hands of god to love me 59 years before I was thought of
And you made it your life
To drench me with love that came from the highest waterfall
And it flows rapidly over a cliff that is aimed directly towards me
Which taught me to be loved and to love higher and beyond any Heights of any elevation, like your waterfall
But your love is no exaggeration
The maximum height of that
waterfall would be the peak of heaven
And you shower me with love by leaving the most elevated dwelling, heaven
And I can't sink below the surface it
Because that would mean I would be under it, I rather be afloat, soaked in it
So I would plunge or dive into your authentic love bc it cannot be copied or counterfeited
And I wouldn't dare call out for someone to rescue me
I'm not drowning, but submerging myself in wisdom, beauty, and genuine passion of a praying grandmother.
And I just wish others could be flooded by this kind of love
However these showers are from a waterfall that an angel & god could only know of
And for 21 years I always wonder where you kept your wings
I wondered of you kept them
at the bottom of you're closet inside you're church hat boxes
Or maybe you tape them to lie flat on your back, to keep from poking outof the back of your House dress
Or possibly they were made invisible to flap gracefully on your back bc they are to beautiful for the regulars human eye to have a glimpse of
I sometimes think you hide them in the middle of a field full of lilies that is miles long
And you are never to far from where they are
And in this field god even smiles
Because ur wings arent visible to the human eye
But only visible for other angels to lay eyes on
my grandmother Has this quiet strength that
Has this lasting attachment to my memories, and I am extremely fond of every single moment in of them
Especially when you are flying high with your wings shedding
Crystallized pearls of strength on me
And I hope one day those pearls are seeds that are being planted in me
So I can develops those same kind of beautiful wings
When I eventually have grandchildre
So now I know where hide your wings for the 21 years that I have been living
I realized you planted your wings into each of your children
Who eventually passed those same Wings ontto There off spring
That is love
my grandmother