I love this grandchild with all the heart and soul my existence allows.
I know I won’t live to see her blossom to Womanhood, and yet
I dread the thought of her realization that those she trusted most,
those who held her heart, left her a world of senseless mistakes.
A world of confusion and chaos, hate and irrational fear.
The only hope, the only promise we could offer is
that she should solve our problems on her own.