for teaching me how to live with others
as “one another,”
Thank you, Grandma, for teaching me
Yoruba, answering my
questions that I
decide to ask while
you were sleeping, like “Grandma, what is 2+2?”
Thank You, Grandma,
for teaching me that you are helping
Us prepare for
Thank you for forgiving me
for the accidental slamming of
the microwave, kitchen trash, the fridge, and freezers,
pantry cupboard doors, the
spice cabinet above the stove, and
nearly everything in the house,
that has a door and can be shut.
Thank You, Grandma, for playing along with O’Ryan
And me whenever we call you
“Gam-Gam” and responding as
Thank you for all
the fun laughs of calling
but Please…. DON’T stop.
Thank you for teaching
That we should always
Be T-R-U-E TRUE.
Thank you for always cheering
me up, when you
Don’t mean to, like when I
came home from 4th grade crying.
Thank you for tickling
Olivia, O’Ryan, and me
whenever we’re sad,
and for reminding us
to be a child of God
ranks above all else
in the world.
Thank you for inviting
us to all of your church programs,
Exposing us to
your beautifully amazing voice.
Thank you for teaching us
discipline when we
and for the Bible
“Meetings” that would
often take place on
Tuesday’s in the living room,
while we sat on the beige couch,
And teaching the Olusanya
Grandchildren that it’s okay
if the world mocks and spits
at us for doing what’s right.
God even tells us that the pain
of Jesus isn’t easy,
and you can’t take the easy
road out, but the narrow pathways
and difficult pathways to life eternal.
Thank you for having us memorize
Psalm 23:6, and helping me know that
“Surely God’s goodness and mercy
Shall follow us all the days of our lives,
And we shall dwell in the house of the Lord
Forever and ever, Amen.”
Victoria is a student at St. Patrick’s School in Rolla, Missouri. This is her first publication.