One last gift

poem I wrote for my grandmother shortly after she died

One Last Gift


I was given one last gift

It's not one you can see

Its not a gift you buy in a store

Because it lives in me.



It's a gift that is in my blood

that my grandma gave to me the day she left

the earthly realm to travel on the waveless sea

I never will forget this gift of magic

she left for me.

Her one last gift to her family.