She was always a strict woman but kind
Respectful and helpful in many ways
Her faith has been exact and well-defined
Old fashioned but still flexible these days
She is the matriarch of my family
Raising each and every one of us right
Teaching us to be very tactfully
And then to say our prayers every night
Now at ninety-six her voice is gentle
As the fog of dementia clouds her mind
But the lucid states are instrumental
Showing us a strength that never resigned
A mother endures many life trials
But her love shines brightly through her smiles
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 2:31 PM UTC
She was always a strict woman but kind
Respectful and helpful in many ways
Her faith has been exact and well-defined
Old fashioned but still flexible these days
She is the matriarch of my family
Raising each and every one of us right
Teaching us to be very tactfully
And then to say our prayers every night
Now at ninety-six her voice is gentle
As the fog of dementia clouds her mind
But the lucid states are instrumental
Showing us a strength that never resigned
A mother endures many life trials
But her love shines brightly through her smiles
A poem dedicated to my grandmother who just turned 96.
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