Shiron Vick Poems

It's your birthday, it's your day. You reached 90 and I am happy to say. Happy to say you are my grandmother who gave birth to my dad, the woman who carried our family, through the good times and the sad. I am proud of who you are and what you mean to me. I love you so much
and this is truth.
Grandma, Nana is what you like to be called; your love is precious for us all. You have taken your place as the oldest in our clan, tell those old dudes at the center your grandsons are your man.
Enjoy your trip to 100 because soon you will be, I touched and confirmed it with our Lord and I trust and agree.
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Your river flows sometimes clear, sometimes dark. We talk or rather you talk and there seems no end in sight.
I love you, I love you, and I hope you know. Can we sometimes be silent, so can I interpret your flow? Sometimes your river flows north and others it flows south. There are times I am not sure because of your mouth.
You are sweet, you are sexy, my brown sugar for sure. I cannot stay upset because my love must endure. My baby, my sweetie, can you hear what I say. Your hand is what I want one day, to lead and guide you along the way.
Your smile is so tender, your charity so deep. Let me understand your flow because I want more than a peep.
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