My Guilt

One day I did something wrong .

I took something that was not mine .

The guilt gnawed at me for some time ,

Before I approach my grandma .

My confession poured out as quickly

As my tears .

My grandma forgave me

And assured me that I had done

My best to make things right .

I slept well that night

Because grandma had wrapped me

In songs of deliverance ,

Before I went to sleep .

                              By Brock