Grandmomma

When I cannot stand

I pray to her

When I am dying

I pray to her

And she comes to pick me up

To breathe life back into me

Blood of my blood in the eternal covenant

Cycle of souls

Blessed is she who comes in the name of love

For it is she who has veted interest in my salvation

Because your God

He never comes through

He turns his cheek

And he laughs

And she tells him," Bless your poor little heart."

And she flies the bird behind his back.