A colored streak strung out o'er the sky
Like the wings on which you were taught to fly
A flower blooms embraced by soil drenched in rain
Alike, tears flood eyes to aid in hindering pain
Our minds, when death transpires, need a culprit to apprehend
When seized too soon, the light of a soul,
We're compelled to define the end
A body, a frame, tall, frail, thin
Holding a brilliant mind trapped within
Knowledge beyond the ability to speak
Encased by bones, brittle and weak
A spirit so sanguine, devoured each day
Days turn to weeks, turn to months, drift away
Hope clinging tightly
Hung upon the ones she loves
Slow to speak, quick to listen
And never to judge
All strength redeemed in a smile on her face
To comfort, to soothe, to put us in our place
Taken too soon? Yes, but aren't they all?
Unfair to us, but for her, relief
Remember that she breathes easy, when you're dealing with grief
No words can describe how this travail wounds deep in the core
Our only solace is knowing--albeit we may--
She suffers no more

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I am passionate about my love for God and my love for writing. This poem is to honor my grandma. She is one of the strongest, most selfless women I have ever known. She always loved me, always took care of me, and always believed in me. I want to cherish her memory by dedicating a part of my passion to her. She taught me so much, and through that, she will live on forever. I love you Mema.