My Grandma always told me…

Don’t fall in line with everyone else

They wear a blindfold woven by seven

Their feet on another, but they feed themselves

Don’t lose grip of your golden heart

As you grow the world steals that gift

Adults are made of a fool’s dream

Place yourself where you alone may shift

Find a love with your perspective

Find a hand that calls to yours

And never leaves you to yourself

A hand that connects like a mellowy smore

My Grandma always told me…

Love your brothers and sisters in the world

Do not judge, for they know not what they do

Made in God’s loving image, demons hunt for you