My grandmother had forgotten everything but the ability to be good,
Innate courtliness sitting like a castle upon a moor.
Her world of insensate rains and fogs and heaths,
And still the hearth flickering from her lost eyes.
My grandmother whom I adored, to all the world,
Your goodness will go unnoticed into night,
Just as your eyes stared unknowing
Before the subsuming of tides,
While the world blasted through your bones,
Breath without force of inspiration.

Wild woman of
The wilderness
Not giving into
The Wiles of my
Past. Ravenous
For multicolor
Glass, to see
Through the
Kaleidoscope
Of endearment.
Attachment I
Feel it, as
materfamilias
Of  the most
Extreme commitment
Where amor is the door
You take in and out.

Overflowing  vessel
Jack of many trades
Lover to the unlovable.
Virtuous.
Who had and has
Who does and continues to do
Who learns and teaches
Selfless.
Gives more than required
Expects nothing in return.
Materfamilias  to many
None to “its” own.
Yearning.
Deserving.
Grateful.