This time last year we were making funeral arrangements for my grandmother. I'm still in disbelief every time I walk into my aunt's house and she's not sitting there in the kitchen, reading the same book for the 5th time because she didn't remember she'd finished it.
Holidays have gone by, seats have been re-arranged, and prayers especially have been sent up asking for inner peace and good things in life. I walk terrified in this life, and know that somehow, in-between jitterbug dance sessions up in heaven, she and my grandfather are amongst the angels holding me up.
I miss you Mema.
Ave Maria, gratia plena. Maria, gratia plena Maria, gratia plena Ave, ave dominus, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, Et benedictus Et benedictus fructus ventris, Ventris tui, Jesus. Ave Maria.
Woke up this mornin' Got yourself a gun Mama always said you'd be the chosen one She said, 'You're one in a million You got to burn to shine' That you were born under a bad sign With a blue moon in your eyes (yeah)
Woke up this mornin' And-a all that love had gone Your papa never told you About right and wrong