My Grandma

My Grandma

Ever since I can remember
I've been a scared and lonely and confused little girl
It was like there was something always missing inside me
Few people understood me
My Grandma did
She made me feel safe and loved
And never told me I was dumb or ignorant
Never
She scolded me for being too silly
and for constantly interupting our many card games to go and chase the cat
She made me feel like I could do anything
Or be whatever I wanted
She always called me "My Beth"
She knew my inner sole
The way most people never would
But why?
Why did she know me better than I knew myself?
I lay here in jail just wondering how ashamed of me she would be
Yet I know in my heart that even though I've so many mistakes and blunders and mishaps
I know she still loves me
I miss her of course, but know that her spirit is still alive and she's happy now
Tell her God
Tell her that I love her