My Boo😘
We tell each other we all we got.
We laugh share stories, it took some years but now were able to listen and not judge each other's thoughts.
She always complain about my clothes, hair, nails.
I love every bit. But when we talk about JESUS my heart cries because we both know his love never fails.
I can't picture my life without her, she always say I'm not gone be here forever and I say, sick as I am you prob got me beat. (She Laughs)
I hate when she talks like that God and her make my life complete.
She always say the leaning tree is not always the first to fall.
But I just want the world to know besides GOD there is Nobody on EARTH WHO supports me through it all.
She's been riding with me from the very start.
She tells my testimony better than me she is my inspiration my love my heart.
Before my mom passed they were like Velcro...
Now I see why, this Godly woman is my hero.
I know God will reward her for her kind heart and faithfulness
She is almost seventy six and I love our kitchen table talk when she think back and reminisce.
I love my grandma. I pray for my grandma. When it comes to her ill forever keep it real.
Lord I pray to be half the woman she is although they are some big shoes feel.
My ride or die. She is my Queen.
That's why when it comes to I go hard, if need I become mean.
Her and God I can always lean.
God PEASE continue to bless my grandma Irene.
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Poetic Tiffany Poet"
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