The old woman was the most nostalgic of happy songs, and in my imagination she is ever dancing.
The old woman's name will ever be an opening flower bud in my most serene of memories.
Hair of platinum, soles of the classic page, the old woman was all the world to me.
If I'm half the woman my Grandmother was, I'll be a titan. In each smile she was a queen, in her thoughts wisdom flowed, that old heart of hers was the source of so much I cherish. Some search all their days to find someone so wonderful, yet I got to grow up in her arms and learn from a master of the soul. She was my blessing, my home.
The old woman was built of love and wisdom, for she had written the story of her life with the sweetest of hands.
The old woman was a lightning rod of our society, for she was the steady core that made it so safe for others to innovate.
The old woman was my heart, so many years of loving care that made me who I am today.
The old woman knew that the story of her life, her book, was almost done, yet that she had secured her legacy gave her great peace upon passing.