Grandmother Poem by Ency Bearis

sharp and tart as lemon
with your knowledge
sweet and distinctive
a carnation in bloom
dainty and a deity
translucent like water
with your image so delightful
that reflects to the admirers
during your younger years
until it slowly falls
into a wilted rose
and run dry your sweetness
and wilted brain to weariness
and run dry the river of knowledge
but legacy may had left behind
to family and generations to come