Her days were now repeats
Of yesterday and the day before
This certain morning seemed like most
Little or no surprises
Except the lump she felt in the hollow
Area under her left arm
“I ain’t got time for this”
Is what I could hear her say
And with the courage, boldness,
Wisdom and strength of her
Ninety years she endured
The removal of something
She said, “I was not born with”
Nor would she die with
Life moved through her
10 years later
At the tender age of 100 years young
Missing you my lovely and wise Grandma Eulalie

Desta

“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta

"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ”
Zora Neale Hurston

*How Touching & Tender*

It may have been awhile since your grandma's passing, (if indeed ^this^ is true to life for you) ... but you have my condolences ... if so ... *Lovely Flow*

If ^this^ is just a prose filled storyline ... I enjoyed the read & sentiment contained therein.

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

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Thank you for your gracious comment Photosynthesis. Yes this writing is true for me. My Grandma Eulalie lived a wonderful life and through many struggles she always rose to the occasion. She made her transition in 2001 at the tender sweet age of 100 years old.

Peace Desta

“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta

"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ”
Zora Neale Hurston