I remember the pain, the "unholy" thoughts you wanted slain. The bruises on my hands a feet, the people passing by on the street.

I remember the "unholy" things you burned,the catholic creed you forced me to learn. the nights I was left out in the cold, for not doing what I was told. the things you forced me to dress, how Grandpa came home a drunken mess.

I also remember how you loved me so, something you always found hard to show. how when you thought I slept, you stood over my little body and wept. how you took me in when I was bad, all the stupid things I did to make you mad.

I'll remember you grandma till my very last day, even though mother took me away. you're the one who kept me from being a hoodrat, you pitched me a new life and handed me a bat.

I'll remember you on your dying bed, all the words of wisdom you said. even with your memory gone you still knew me, even when you were almost to blind to see. I was the one you saw and remembered, that night on that horrid september.

I remember her pale eyes as she said 'I love you all', as she grabbed my hand saying 'and kept one from the fall'. yes I remember every last word, as if only yesterday I had heard.

Grandma you saved me from more than just the streets, more than any of the dead beats. you saved me from myself, as you always played the christmas elf. so for you I hope there is a heaven where you can preach, because even there you have allot to teach.yes I'll remember you more than any other, because I loved my amazing Grandmother.