Tha Story Pt.1 Grandmother — As the sounds of a newborn's cries enter into mothers ears She couldn't help but bear in mind the tragic loss of last year Her mother, my grandmother, whom she lost to one simple surgical operation Who had ten children, three boys and seven girls Who put the neighborhood on her back like bookbags with braided stripes She was the one who fed ten mouths with a wooden spoon You were like that last piece of the puzzle to make the picture complete Just by the display of your first daughter's personality I see you were the foundation memories were built on The one who we could come to when we needed a shoulder to lay our trust upon Your love was beauty that couldn't be captured by a picture The grandmother that was the brick layer of family structure that kept us together It was never sad days, only when imperfection took you away from the hands of ten But now, those memories are off Saginaw Street The memories I will have to treasure are the pictures That say more than a thousand words Imagining if I could pull you out of those pictures To show how much I miss you But yet at a young age not knowing why Is it because seeing your name engraved on a stone Pierces the mind of a seven-year-old that didn't know looking at a tombstone Would deliver sadness to the entrance of an unbalanced heart I'm writing you this letter based on reality dreams Nights when looking at your first daughter, sadness would overflow Like rivers and abandoned streams, this is where I got my inspiration from I was only a year and seven days late from meeting my grandmother I will have to wait for hugs that remind you of peace between wisdom I can only dream your smile was of a million sunsets, beautiful Your hair of gray-headedness Your eyes always, the color at the end of fall right before winter One day we will meet as if you skip spring and blossom in the summer