Wasn't Built in a Day

Hey...it's me again
Sitting here doing your favorite thing---
Sketching
Got a pencil behind my ear and another in my hand
Understand that I was really dumb when you passed
The things you tried to instill in me...I didn't think they would last
But they did...you trained me and I didn't depart
So now your first love is also mine...the arts
Doesn't matter...music, poetry, stories, painting, cooking...
I learned it all from you, when you didn't think I was looking
I can bake the richest cobbler, or write a song...experience is my muse
I can paint a picture to rival Van Gogh's with the words I use
But right now, I have ten days to paint a mural for my classroom
I see that smile, you're happy, I'm a little bit of him and a whole bunch of you
I can say with a smile what other women would say with attitude
Or I can sit quietly and focus, one of your greatest attributes
Anyway, I know you're up there beautiful and free
Praising God, your cane is gone, your glasses are too
I know they are because the ocean is reflecting off your eyes...those big baby blues
And you're up there telling stories to my babies too
I'll tell Dad you said that how you feel still stands
Without your correction, he wouldn't be such a righteous man...
Your life was the biggest part of God's plan
But now it's back to life, you're alright, I'm going to stop recollecting,
Pick back up my pencil,  and get back to sketching...


Love you Granny