My memory of mother is my grandmother
She has been there since my first waking moment
I never felt the need for a father
My heart holds for her, a huge monument.
My grandmother was the grandest person
The first lady in my life
I was alive and kicking she,the sole reason
Shielded me from all emotional strife.
My biological mother didn’t want me
Never put me against her bosom,like mothers do
My parents didn’t want responsibility
Left me with grandma and away they flew.
She made sure that life treated me square and fair
Gramps and she didn’t get along, apart they stayed
Her death was something I couldn’t bear
She made me so happy, for nothing I craved.