I think about your smile , it made you so alive
My first memory being around age five
She smiled when we watched tv
She smiled when fixing toys broken
I mean she smiled whenever she saw me
Her smile just asked for presence as a golden token
She smiled not only with her eyes to see
Her eyes didn't see faces well
I always pondered how she knew it was me
Was it my walk ,my voice , maybe my scent  or smell
Her hands they smiled too
Though one suffered from nature's permanent glue
Her 97 year old grip being stronger than your household duck tape
And a smile as that gave unconditional love as a cape
We both smiled as " it's all just the saints' blessing" and said goodbye

So one day smiling in a casket her body lie
When thinking of this I try to smile instead of cry
I cover her special hand with a knit black glove
I like to believe she stills smiles from above