She Lives On Poem by Ryan Lee

She lives in the sound of church bells ringing on the hour
and in the sound of blue jays chirping in the yard.
She lives on.

She lives whenever I watch Jeopardy, Wheel of Fortune,
or any new game show.
She lives on.

She lives in the smell of sycamore trees blowing the breeze
or in the preparation of a holiday meal.
She lives on.

She lives whenever I hear a hearty laugh, a funny story
or a good piece of gossip.
She lives on.

She lives in Heaven and she lives and me. My grandmother
passed away many years ago, but she is still with me.
She lives on.