Death comes for us all.
A fact I cannot escape
And nothing so easy,
Even when it is natural.
A great Matriarch has departed today
Leaving behind three generations she raised.
A woman of Irish and noble Cherokee blood,
So devout she could chase the devil away.
She was a woman of mighty works;
Where her very presence drove out hunger.
To everyone she always had her kitchen open,
So that for no one could an empty stomach lurk.
Her compassion and love knew no bounds,
Raising as her own those who were not hers.
Always a smile to greet you when you came in,
Laughter and gayness were with her always around.
Farewell sweet Matriarch,
This world grows a little more dark.
May your newfound wings,
Carry you to places unseen.