Couldn’t make it to her funeral,
That kept pricking my conscience for long.
Was a woman of substance with grit,
She will always be my role model.
I often see her in me,
For it might be in the DNA.
Proud to have known such a woman,
Who raised five children all alone.
When grandpa was away in the field,
Very well she managed the house and children.
A teacher was she with great morals,
Taught me how to live with self esteem.
I used to look up on her will to stand strong,
For she was the rare among the rarest.
Lost her a decade ago, still remember her last words,
That her pain was too much and may not withstand so long.
I don’t remember anyone so close to her heart,
With her had a great time of wisdom.
Wise and capable was she,
Who passed on her morals to me.
I recollect how we jelled at times,
Will remain in my memory forever.
Daily Prompt: Ceremony