We named her Grandma
And built her a house.
The house on the hill,
Unfinished.
A skeleton.
Forgotten by most.
By her tribe.
By her friends.
But we remembered.
And came
And worked
And tried
For her.
Now her tears
Can turn to joy
And she can have
Her dream.
For we named her Grandma.
Grandma Yellow Horse.
And built her a house.
