"Grandma’s Sugar" by T’Ajah Beavers

A special kind of love,

a love that you won’t find anywhere else

a laughter, as soft as tears

warm like the sunshine

and as quiet as a mouse

a home away from home

The aroma of Sunday dinner

fills the air and travels the block

and could make the saddest souls smile

A superwoman is what she is,

so dependable and strong

makes sure the house is nice and clean

and that everyone’s belly is singing tunes

Early mornings when the birds are singing,

we love to get breakfast together

the neighborhood bagel shop

that offers the warmest and softest bagels

a hot coffee for her

a warm tea for me

the best part is when we sit down

watch tv and eat

Broadway,

so many things to see and do

the memorial close by

shows memories that are so special

and a time that changed history

Friendly neighbors to share many things with,

friendships that are like circles

they seem to never end

An atmosphere that makes you feel sky high,

a love you will not get anywhere else

grandma’s love

grandma’s home

and grandma's sugar

Comments

I’ve always felt so alone No one to love, no place to call home My heart had grown cold Because the people I loved liked to come and go. So I closed myself off I did not want to be hurt Until he showed me the warmth I craved, And soon after my heart was enslaved To the man I grew to love His crooked smile swept me off my feet Which was hard for others to compete, And as I laid in his arms For once I felt complete Was this what I was missing? A sense of security? A sense of safety? No longer was I reminiscing About the ills done before I finally felt like I belonged I felt like I was home Who would have thought a scrawny boy could change so much I am no longer alone I have someone to love, someone who is my home Now my heart is full and warm Because the person I love won’t come and go.

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