I don't know when it happened.
I don't know when she came,
But, she's the one I always knew,
Grandma was her name.
She taught me how to tie my shoes.
She taught me how to talk.
And, though I can't remember,
I think she taught me how to walk.
When all the other kids in school
Would talk about Mom and Dad,
I wondered where my parents were,
That made me kind of' sad.
And, sometimes there were days I'd cry
Or hide my head in shame.
But Grandma took it all in stride,
And loved me all the same.
She'd wrap her arms around me,
And kiss me on the head.
She'd tell me that she loved me
When she tucked me into bed.
Being a teen, I remember the days
When being with friends was more fun.
And I wondered what it would have been like
To actually be someone's daughter
To have a regular family
Some siblings, a mom, and a dad,
What had I done to deserve less than others?
Sometimes I felt so mad.
'It's alright, it's okay,' Grandma would say,
'One day you'll understand why,
Life just isn't fair to everyone you see.
It's always okay to cry
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Painless
PoetryPainless is about a point in my life when I felt as of nobody knew what I was going through. I felt trapped and hopeless, but the only things I wanted was to walk to someone who had been through I had. I found that person and they listened, they al...
