Greygoose Poem by Dominique Shanise

When you hear the name GreyGoose whats the first thing you think of...
I think of...
An angel cloaked in velvet
skin bathed a brilliant white
soaked milk and honey
A mother
Grandmother
A friend
Maybe she was just a child to God
when you hear the name Greygoose whats the next thing you think of...
I think of...
Thursday, November 26,2004 I lost you
Sitting at age 5 a bunk bed ten stories high...
I got the call...
A father with tear soaked eyes
are daddies supposed to cry
Maybe in that instant he was more a son
When you think of GreyGoose whats the third thing you think of
I think of
Teletubbies on channel 11...
I will never forget
I was in east Chicago, Indiana
you were in Spokane, Washington
How could I ever reach you
My super hero
My love
and Protector
Maybe Strength was her Kryptonite
When you think of GreyGoose what now do you think of
I think...
Granny are you watching me as I sleep at night
Do you hear my sobs as I cry and reminisce on our time
Granny are you listening to the thoughts inside my head
Do you feel My pain
Can you still dry my tears as I Weep
Drag my feet
Find myself getting no sleep
Maybe you love me the same as you always did
Can you cover my small body with your
love and make the monsters go away
Maybe she was supposed to go away
When you think of GreyGoose you too will think of
An angel cloaked in velvet
Skin bathed a brilliant white
Soaked milk and honey
A mother
grand mother
A friend
A 5 year old and a bunk bed ten stories high
She got a call
A father tear soaked eyes
Are dads allowed to cry
Teletubbies on channel 11
I was in East Chicago, Indiana
You were in Spokane, Washington
I Don't live in East Chicago anymore
You don't live anywhere anymore
You are an angel cloaked in velvet
skin bathed a brilliant white
soaked milk and honey
Now I could never reach you...