Held Up by Grandma and Gramps

I was four years old when I lost my pops. I was young,

confused. I ain't say a lot. A year later, once seg- rested,

was my uncle and my pops up s- both dead. I was mad

and confused. But I had my grandma. She knew what to do.

She was there to give me hugs when I ain't know what to do.

And Gramps, I ain't forget about you. You was always there like a

little teddy bear. I knew that you cared and had time to spare.

And I love sister, and she loves me, too.