A mother, a daughter
A sister, and friend
Catching my tears,
Her hand in my hands
Globetrotter, trendsetter,
Not a thing she couldn’t mend
Stubborn and strong,
She led without demands
She took us in in stride,
She never even blinked
She built houses into homes,
Eyes twinkling behind her grinning winks -
High by my grandmother’s bedside,
Her deathbed sunken from time,
Heavy sighs and opened eyes,
Her pinprick irises lost their sight
Her breath the only sign of life.
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