Grandma Violet
Her name and loving legacy
Grandma Violet,
our faithful matriarch,
like a lark,
she sings,
and brings,
us joy!
She is a ray of wisdom,
for the Kingdom,
that never grows gray,
but is to stay in us,
as we gently confess,
our drive to live and purpose here.
She’s been so generous,
lending, and not asking for anything,
in return.
Her smile will burn,
bright,
for a long lifetime, a wonderful sight,
in our minds,
and memories eternal.
I’ll never forget the day she shared,
and kindly cared,
about me,
talking about overcoming some trauma,
and then I wept in the hospital,
in her comforting, loving arms.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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A wonderful tribute.