Every time I go to sleep
I see your round wrinkled face
Covered in a smile,
Though you never had a reason to laugh.
Every time I listen
I hear your sweet soothing voice
Telling me to march on
Because the land of honey was near.
Every time I think of you
I see all your toiling
Meant to put a plate on our laps
Even if it meant scavenging like a stray dog.
Every Time I hear your name
I confirm that you were a brave woman
Who gave all her life
For the love and life of us all.
And though you are gone
I feel you live among your grandchildren
Even though they are yet to meet you
And feel your ever present and endless love.