A woman with snow white hair watched her great-grandkids play,
some great great grandkids crawling on their knees behind the rest,
playing tag as kids often do to pass the long time as grown ups talk,
she sat there and smiled an angelic grin as they chased each other.
Her wrinkled face made her smile seem so sweet and innocent in a way,
her eyes had seen things like the Great Depression and presidents come and go,
she'd been living for 96 years of life still remembering her great-grandkids names,
even through the Alzheimer that took most of her memory of them away.
Every time a family reunion came, she sat down in the chair and watched the kids play,
she smiled her angelic smile as they came to hug her and tell her their name,
she'd smile even bigger knowing exactly who they were and say she remembered them,
as the baby size they use to be and how much they've grown up since that day.
After her 96th year, she'd gone downhill from her once angelic state that use to be,
now she's being put six feet under the ground with children watching her funeral,
tears are rolling down their rosy cheeks with hopes this is only a dream,
she is smiling down on them with her angelic smile from the clouds and wiping their tears.
Great-grandmother Elizabeth, your angelic smile and amazing ways are with us,
but sadly you can't be at another family reunion sitting in your usual chair with that smile on your face,
we'll miss you dearly and truly until we meet again in heaven and remember that we love you,
you were one of the most amazing women we ever knew and we still will be thinking about you.
