A poem, something I don't write many of.

I didn't have the best night tonight, so I wrote a poem for a family member I love. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers.

You called to tell me the news two years ago,

You said pray for me Granger, God will hear your call.

You called to tell me the plan of attack,

You said rally the troops Granger, and may we all pray.

You called to tell me good news

And we shared smiles over satellite

            Who says they aren’t as sweet?

You were the first to call after getting the news,

You said I’m praying for you Granger, God will pick up for me.

You were the first to call after surgery,

You said I have an army praying for you, God won’t ignore us warriors.

And when the results came in,

You called again and we exhaled deep together

And I felt your breath tickle my ear.

A call tonight, this time not from you,

But I am praying for you, I can’t really say I know how.

A call tonight reminded me of what we shared,

A fear so infinite and an impossible need to call.

So through the moon high above me in Moroccan night,

                        the one that will soon head West

and shine eternal light upon you,

            in it, I’m packing my call

            of love

of hope

of belief  

of thanks

So tonight, when the moon rings, pick up.

And know that it’s me on the line.

With so so so much love,

                          Granger Jr.