The Matriarch

The Matriarch

The matriarch, the torch carrier
The leader of the family
Who moves all barriers
The one appointed by God
To lead us through
The one who has paved
The way for me and you.
Has now been called home
To be with our Savior
Let not a heart be heavy
Or a soul be wavered
Her time has been well served
And her work is finally done
Blessed are those that sit
With the Father and Son.
She's touched our lives
In so many different ways
That her memory will live on
For the rest of our days.
Reflecting recollections bring
Smiles to everyone's face
I'm sure there are others like her
But no one can take her place.
From the twinkle in her eyes
To the smile on her face
We'll never forget the beautiful
Soul of our matriarch, Mother Grace

4/9/15

This poem is dedicated to my great aunt Grace who recently passed. She was 101.