I met God and she's a woman
She crafted my world
Made beautiful things like moving clouds in my room.
Around her I would feel warmth
Darkness never existed.
She made snow in summer
In the morning sun setted with stars
Porridge would taste like icecream
I had conversations with my dolls
She made sure I was never alone.
She's the only one who saw right through me
If I wanted to cry
I would cry, sweet tears
I smiled at the taste of my tears.
Sometimes!
Just sometimes, she would send sweets like rainfall
And when there was a thunderstorm
It rained chocolate.
She spoke sense
I can sense it even today
Her hands were magical
Her tomato gravy tasted like heaven
Family and friends were welcomed by the aroma
I met God
She's my grandmother.
©misslee
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