I found god in my Great Grandmother's eyes
where only the truth lies
dreams come to reality
in a heavenly playing field
no tricks no lies
no tall tales of a kiss goodbye
protected, safe and warm in grandmother's arms
puts my soul to ease, eyes lit smile
knowing on my time I'll see her again
when I walk the green mile.
Yes how would someone find comfort in that last walk.. How would one prepare themself, especially in their complete, helpless innocence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful short but so meaningful The contradiction beween the first stanza and the second where even in your grandmother's eyes you found the truth was lying. I agree with you.you will see her again by the way GOD BLESS Michael Clarke Duncan and you mucha gracias for sharing