Your passing hasn’t become any easier.
Sometimes your expired life arises inside my mind and I feel deeply inclined to cry.
But I am working on moving past that. Not to forget you, but to blossom from you.
You are the butterfly who discovered angel wings mid-flight… The ray of glory from which the celestial beings receive their cue… You are the irreplaceable imprint of God’s thumbprint upon the DNA of humanity. Grandma Angelou, you are truly what it means to be inspiration.
I know we are not truly related, but Grandma is what you are to me.
I slipped and fell into deep ravines, and found out I had wolves at my back instead of sheep. I’m a lion by nature, so I bristle by trade, but true royalty doesn’t obliterate people, it pulls them back from the grave!
Oh what a friend we have… in Jesus.
Grandma Angelou I’m beginning to understand. Like the legendary rose in the concrete, I am beginning to grow. Like the orchard in a palace courtyard during spring, I am beginning… to flourish.
Your hand is upon my back.
Your voice giving shape to my throat.
Your heart teaching mine a new beat.
And your love… your love IS.
And I am a part of it.
I love you…
I am sad we never got to meet…
But grateful that we will.
Happy Birthday Grandma Angelou. 🙂