Heaven, A Word

Heaven, I’d like a word, a few actually. You took someone, as you often do.

My heart is broken for who you took was the one who helped mold it.

I was lucky and unlucky at the same time. So many things had to happen

For me to even experience a love like that. Things that should have

Destroyed me but you gave me something rare, you gave me the love of one

Of your Angels. I’m not too mad one way or another as you gave

Me an exceptional Grandmother. Now if you would allow

I have a message for her.

Grandmother, the title seemingly unfitting of your caliber.

With magnificence encompassing your very being, grand might

Be too small. Far more than a thousand arms you’ve hugged, more than a

thousand hearts you’ve touched. More than a thousand yes baby’s and

No baby’s and Grandma’s praying for you. What I would give for just

one more, nothing too grand.

Maybe the wind blowing through the hair you wished I would trim. A

Surprising sweetness, after biting into a tart plum. The perfect pecan crack

With  no shell crumbs left behind or possibly a juicy melon all the way to the

Rind. I’d even just settle for seeing your favorite color when the world turns

Grey, on those days when the storm clouds threaten to drown us in sorrow.

I can’t deny that you’ve been someone to everyone but I do feel selfish.

I know you were a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife, a mother, an aunt, a

Cousin but I also know that favorite preceded the majority of those titles. I

God doesn’t play favorites, but I think he really did call one of his home.