Onward she walks across excess of grass.

Her red beret atop her head of curls.

Eyes blue and clear, reflect the day about.

Delight consumes my thoughts when I recall.

Inside, the warmth surrounds in an embrace.

Prepare some tea and wait for her approach.

Cerise bouquet, the scent adrift the room.

A knock, a hug, we join around the bench.

Remember days when she was young like me.

Observe her face, innately kind and soft.

She raised five kids, who raised fourteen and more.

Three times that now exist because of her.