Her name...Ida Craig

She left me when I was no more than five

To this day I can remember her voice 

I can remember her face...

Even though I can touch her flesh...

The world has forgotten she ever existed 

The only remainder is a decaying grave

The closest and most dearest thing to her

I lost a few years ago...

All I have now are memories 

Wrigley's spearmint snuck to me when forbidden 

My biggest supporter

And greatest defender

Showed kindness in an unkind world

I've kissed her cheeks in my dreams 

Spoke with her in private

Hoping for confirmation 

That I was living up to her expectations 

All thought there has been many seasons between

I know am the continuation 

That's keeping them presence alive

The world may have moved on...

As for myself I am intentionally 

Taking Ida Craig 

Every where I go

Without her...

I don't get my name...

Without her...

I don't get taught how to become...

I am the grandson of Ida Craig