Like a peach blossom in the midst of spring,
An ocean-kissed wind, or pillows with lace,
A mile-wide embrace, with her, she brings,
Love and comfort is my grandmother’s face.
A lady of valor, an angel’s heart,
Her voice instills music, her hands give strength,
A practicing Preachess, doing her part.
A donee of short, but provider of great lengths,
A force behind me while many backed down,
Few of the number that keeps on thinning,
A guiding light while so many drown,
Feeling the love is just the beginning.