Grandma, goes, up, up, up, hyer.

we wrote this when our grandmother died, she was a beautiful, loving woman and this is our take on her death.

my grandma.

was a troo-per.

she called. each.
of her children.

her lyfe.

for lyfe.

 

tye-dying parties at her.

house.

she gave. my br0ther his first
acid. hit.

with her fist.

 

my grandma.

sits in the.
sky.

and holds.

hands.

with grandpa's

ex-wife.

and.

jerry

garcia.

wearing her favorite.

paisley headband.

 

her joint is in

god's hands.

now.