Grandmother

Grandmother,

Softly spoken like the silk you used to create trimmings for humankind.

The matriarch of my eternity, you embraced your blended grandchild like an eternal flame.

You whispered ‘John 15:12’ until the verse seeped into the depths of my soul.

You created an arcadia that will forever be manifested and indulged like moonlight to the ocean.

Since your departure your wings have embellished ever so

and your guardianship on salvation runs deep like the Zaire River.

Matron, rest deeply as Nature cradles you to an indefinite sleep.

Prepare a space for me so I can dance with you again.