Knee High

my grandmother, tweeted me from heaven

in my lucid dream telling me to wake up

when I was a kid I played rough she always

told me to pull my socks up I did and kept on running

she reminded me about a day that was coming

I see it unfolding and happening now before me

something that she forewarned me of things

 I needed to know when I was just 7 years old

was she some kind of oracle how did she know

all she ever did was cook, clean and read her bible

telling me not to worship idols the words she spoke

to me were valuable because she had a heart of gold

it’s so vital just making decisions I look to her wisdom

trying to learn still getting burned by the fires I set

in the kitchen spilling the beans I have no regrets

down on my knees cleaning up my own  mess

it’s so clear and plain to see something she told me

not to repeat but  I had to retweet the words

 that she said to me though it was so long ago

she told me to lead and never follow

pray whenever I’m empty and feeling hollow

 it’s happening now in plain sight there are

too many things that are coming into the light

I’m at the point of no return I’ve been taught

Still there’s more left to learn it was so long ago

it’s happening now right in front of me

how did she know about these things

that she’s no longer here to see, so long ago