Demecia Dean

Sorry for the time we lost through all my tantrums and fits
Sorry for the fights that drove you to your last wits
Sorry when you needed a hug I was never there
Sorry for the times you felt like I would never care

No! I'm not dying and it's not a desperate plea
I'm just beginning to understand the relationship we need
You're supposed to help me when my life gets to be too much
And I'm supposed to help you when you need an extra touch

Take a step back and look at your work, you did a job well done
Some will be good, some may be bad, but my decisions are all my own
I know my brothers need you, but not as much as me
'Cause while they listened I ignored and missed so much in between

Though jobs may bring us stress, and problems grow by the week
I promise to you from daughter to mother you'll always have a friend in me

Her smile can light up a room
Her presence is of grace
Her opinions are heard without one word
but by the look upon her face
Her touch is so gentle
Her heart as big as the moon
Her spirit is kindhearted
and warm as a summer's afternoon
Her hair a river of gray
Her eyes radiant as the sun
Her time she'll take no matter how long
until the work is done
Her kisses are so soft
Her hugs preferred from the rest
My granny is mine forever and ever
and she'll always be the best