It is about my grandmother, who I never got to meet, but as seen through the eyes of a young child. There is a good bit of religion tied in with this poem (Talk of Heaven, mentions of Jesus, etc.,) but I don't think it will hinder the reader too much. I don't necessarily follow the beliefs mentioned in this poem (i.e., Being sad in Heaven), but I wanted this told with child-like simplicity. Please excuse any bad rhyming. This poem was hard to write because it hits so close to home. I don't really have a title, but.. yeah.
Hey Grandma, up in Heaven,
Are you proud of me?
Sometimes I have to wonder
Just what it is you see.
Do you see me when I'm good?
Do you see me when I'm bad?
I'll stop if you want, Grandma.
I could never make you sad.
I never met you, Grandma,
But do you know me just the same?
Do you know my favorite color?
Do you know my name?
Do you love my brother
More then you love me?
He is so very good
As everyone can see.
((Continued))
2006-12-08
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