A Grandmother’s Arms

By Avalina Andrew

Everyday I visit my grandmother’s arms.
Whether I’m sad or happy or afraid.
Only God could have created a place so special. Hallow and free of hate.

Within her arms my burdens flee and I no longer feel so lost.
I’d dedicate my life to her without a second thought.

She’s sweet and kind, with gentle eyes, a laugh that is contagious.
Her made up words and silly games, but still her hugs are my favorite.

She deserves more than the world can give, she’s been consecrated by powers above.
What kind of world would we live in if it weren’t for a grandmother’s love.

I only wish that I might be half the person that she is
That one day my arms will be like hers.
A place for someone to visit.