g-rad

I got my soldiers right on
My left and right side, ride on…

I once told my best friend Shawn that if I were to lose a sense, I would choose vision over hearing.

He thought that statement to be quite powerful.

A testament to my love of music.

I find more power in that statement every day

   As my vision worsens

      And I refuse to wear my glasses.

My hair against the window frame
   is the most beautiful sound I’ve heard
      today.

It’s a mirror dance.

My grandma crushes cans for a hobbie.

She’s so used to it from her younger years that she does it to this day.

Even though her family is rich.

They moved here from Vietnam.

She collects cans in the park.

Knows the precise times to come and collect her booty.

A native american tribe owns the park.  And they love the firewater.  Except nowadays they call it the Hurricane.  High Gravity.

We give her our cans.

And when we are hungry,
she gives us bananas from her house.
Or Top Ramen.
Or a dollar if she has no food.

She loves us all and we love her.

Thank you for your hard work, your love, your patience, and your guidance.

I love you, gramma!