You told me don't and I shrugged you off
You said don't sew you're life together
I nodded, yet stitched my way along
Through the years, I thought they were strong.

You said it ends, I said love prevails
You warned, before he came around
The stitches slowly tore apart
Leaving its fatal scars.

Now I know
Love lied.

In the back of her mind’s eye, she carries visions
Of ancient times she never met
Filling her day’s with riveting memories
She cannot possibly ever forget

Vividly remembering spectacular scenes of a past
She knows could not be her own
Still, feeling a part of worlds long gone from time
So familiar and yet unknown

She recalls days wandering the Isle of Rhodes
Admiring the pink hibiscus flowers
Until the Persians invaded her beautiful home
Locking her away in their towers

Blushing in sweet bliss, she remembers her Ares
Her soul mate and only desire
Nights of sweet kisses and stolen hours
By the glow of a hidden fire

In the back of her mind’s eye, she holds these visions
Wondering always, why they are there
Feeling a part of worlds long gone from time
Knowing she does not belong here

Magical notes of enchanting music she joyfully painted
Into the emptiest skies of darkest gray
Skillfully setting afire the darkness above her
With the beautiful songs she played

Sheets of ivory linen filled with enchanted notes
Sprang to life in gentle winds
As she played her lovely songs that night
Over and over again

Sparkling radiance quickly bounded in ecstatic joy
Becoming the twinkling stars array
Proudly gleaming all their brilliant happiness  
Throughout the darkest skies of gray

Soon the darkest skies filled with radiant stars
Were captured in light years away
Listening to magical notes, she had skillfully painted
Into the emptiest skies of darkest gray

Tears
and rain,
sit upon
my eyelashes.
One shows my pain, one washes it away.

The grey clouds are one with my breaking heart.
Shedding their pain
in tune with
my souls
cry

To
accept
that Grandma
is leaving me,
is easier to say than to live through.

Each slowing beat of her heart pierces me.
My second mom,
my best friend,
dying
now.

Her
grace and
wisdom will
stay with me still.
I am, today, the woman she molded.

Touching so many, giving of herself.
Angel on earth,
soon to be
going
home.