Grandmother.
Ben Dunne.
I hardly showed my face,
I felt it to be my place.
I was hardly around,
unable to make a sound.
However strong the conscious urges,
however strong the thoughts as merges,
they could not suffice,
stubborn, cold, as ice.
First attempt, second, and then a thrice,
like making my move, without rolling the dice.
Why has it taken such an event?
Taken such an event, such an event to dent.
Up until now, I'd had no special love for you,
nothing to show for, for it was all I knew.
But now I know what you meant to me,
now I know what you mean to me.
I'll climb to the highest peaks, of the world,
shout out my love, new, and unfurled.
I am your doing, I am your creation,
setting me free, emancipation.
Without a you, there'd be no I,
I'd simply be a lie, a lie to die.
Yet now I come to a close,
A quiet descent, my voice lowers.
My grandmother, strong and zealous,
just watch out for the few, the few who are jealous.
Jealous to be short fell, unable to be so glorious,
as you stand away, proud and victorious.
