Sue

Sue

Her hair, once volcanic lava erupting from her crown

now, as pure as snow

Her voice, mighty as those of the gods

the heavens quake with each and every laugh

Her fingers, nimble and precise

soft to the touch, emitting love with every aching knuckle

Her walk, graceful as ever

though feet swollen and red, with legs that have felt the needle one to many times

Her skin, wrinkled and drained

marked with the many kisses of father time

Her eyes, tired and worn

keeping an ever watchful eye on each of her own

Her heart, as deep as the ocean 

and filled to the very brim love and compassion

Her lips, thin and ever pinched

the gateway for words that engulf you in warmth

Her mind, hardly affected by age

sharp with wit and harder than a diamond

Her love, fills you entirely

it enwraps you in shades of pink and red ribbons of silk

Her presence, one that cannot be ignored

she enters the room, even storms are silenced

Her, someone I could not bear to lose

a grandmother