Short, gray hair,
gentle woman who is fair.
Beautiful blue eyes,
that tell no lies.
She shimmers like gold,
never to be sold.
Gives warm and loving hugs,
small cheek tugs.
Beauty walking down an aisle,
full of bright and loving smiles.
Into the sky,
she will fly.
Right into heaven,
an hour before eleven.
Loving, caring, giving,
strong-willed woman while she was living.
Leaving our world but not our hearts,
always holding her special part.
Always making us laugh it up,
while drinking out of her coffee cup.
Always saying, "I love you,"
love from her was always true.
Even though now she's gone,
to see her again we all do long.

She is gone but not forgotten

In Loving Memory of:
Isabella Mae Leizear
September 25,1919 - November 28, 2005

I wrote this poem the day after my great-grandmother died.
 
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