Grandma Jepson

If rain had a color
it would be the color of her eyes
yet she was blind
in the dark she sang
she was a blessing to know
when she heard my voice
rather over the phone
or the few times in person
she was excited
which made my soul leap
as if it was a baby bird ready to fly
her hands were soft at first touch
like tissues not far away
God created the California sunshine
that shined on her backyard
Even God like to visit my grandma
and she praised him everyday