The other day I looked straight into your eyes

And, I have to admit, I received some surprise.

Clear blue as day, sharp and azure

And yet only remnants of what they once were.

Muttered promises were made with a secret urgency,

Kept under wraps from the fear of what would be.

Slowly those blue eyes closed in a fitful sleep,

Completely unaware of the tears we would weep.

Things are spoken that should have been long ago said,

And we all crowd around the sterile white hospital bed.

"She lived a good life," is what they now say.

"It was God's will," before they bow their heads and turn away.

Whatever it was that stopped her old heart,

The call that took her soul and body apart,

It is something far beyond my understanding,

Something I will not ponder, some unreachable thing.

Feelings course through my being, some I cannot describe

And so, when they become troubling, it is hard to confide.

You might say my feeling is that of relief.

Others might describe it as a sorrow-filled grief.

But I would say it is pain, its name I will never know,

From the realization in my heart that she will not see me grown.

While her pain has ended, her body trapping her no longer,

Still we often wonder if bonds could have been made stronger.

Either way she still is with us, if only through memory.

So, dear grandma Georgia Trent, may you rest in peace.