Curtisj Johnson

Doc - Poem by Curtisj Johnson

By Curtis Johnson

God made the mold, locked it up, and threw away the key. Genuine article, the real McCoy; one of a kind was she.

She passed away; it's been so long.
She was small, but ever so strong.

At my best she gave me love.
At my worst she loved no less.

There was dad and mom, me, and eleven siblings more.
She loved all of them and me.
Her love was special, like no other.
Love like I had never known before, or since

Her love taught me a valuable lesson:
Everyone needs someone through whose eyes you can do no wrong. It’s another way of saying, “Needed; Unconditional Love”.

My grandmother. She called me Doc. O, what a rock! 09112015cj

Topic(s) of this poem: love, family, grandmother

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The love of a grandmother

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2015

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