No matter what you call her name,
by Anna, mom or "G",
She always made her house a home
to guest and family.
She'd clean and stock your favorite treats
and wait the whole night through,
Then greetings of a hug and words,
"I've waited just for you!"
Within those walls she'd make you feel
that all the world was right,
But, then you'd have to leave her place,
she'd hold you, oh, so tight.
She'd look after each one of us
whether traveling east or west.
She'd send a gift and then we'd tease,
"I knew she loved you best!"
She'd give you all she had to give
to grant a needed lift
But, most of all she gave her love,
that was her special gift.
Think of your time with her at home,
bring back the memory
Of how she tied her heart to yours
when you see her key
Have you ever done that? Express in poetry your feelings of someone's passing?