Goodnight, GrandMama
By Julie Thies Dunlap

Slip softly away,
my silver-haired beauty,
we’ll be alright.
Though long we will miss
your Irish eyes and delicate touch,
you can never really vanish.
For you have reborn
your days, your loves, your worries,
your self, strong in us all.
So slip peacefully to eternity
with your Waiting Love in Emerald hills,
and know we will rejoice and give thanks
to the Creator of Grace
for shining your lasting light upon us.