My_Grandmother

She was acient in my childish eyes
A lifetime of experience etched into her timeless face.
She was eternal--
A face always there
A presence always felt
She was immortal--
A goddess of ancient wisdom
Full of stories
Full of life
Full of love
She was timeless
eternal
immortal
Yet she is gone, and all is lost--
Or so I feel
She would want us to go on
--no fuss
--no worry
And just a pinch of guilt
But, for now, life stops,
Hers and ours alike.