This is for my grandmothers...whom I refer to as my Golden Girls (like the tv show). At my wedding they have to wear a gold dress...this includes my husband's grandmothers as well. I don't care what the wedding colors may be...they have to be in GOLD because they are my golden girls and when I think about them I think about Royalty!
RIP - Dorothy Bea Braswell (10/6/2010)
...Grandma I do this for you and everything I write will be for you to shine bright over me as I embrace this next phase of my journey! I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU!
Golden Girl
How can I hate the person looking back at me?
Her curves make her unique and tranquility is mesmerizing
So different and rare, like fallen leaves from an old tree
Not really understanding the beauty her scars yearn to see
Old age and gray hair wrapped deep in a bun
Wrinkle skin and beauty marks shine brighter in the sun
Embarrassed about the way God allowed her to transform
Not understanding this is as beautiful as they become
The age of the seasoned, wise woman is who she is now
See the rings around her skin like an oak tree deep in the woods
Makes her realize the pain all these years, she has withstood
Not as fast as she was before but not still like her friends
Able to see the work of God each day the sun rises again
Looking back once more, a smile crawls across her face
She understands that aging is the power of God’s grace
He loved her so much he only rewarded her for so long
The sight of 90 years, creates a melody for a new song
She hears a familiar sound that brings joy into her heart
The 5 generations she has birthed, has given life a new start
She looks back at me and smiles with peace in her soul
Understanding now…she is just golden and not a day over being old
With Love,
N’Shae
Tha Non-Fiction Version
- Miss Natalie
- This is a way of escape to express myself to an audience without a capacity. This is my life, my strengths, my weakness, my fears, my hopes, my doubts, my everything. An Outlet of Relief!
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