Evie
Our Grandmother Gemstone is gone.
Tonight, I'm missing her from afar.
Her white granite smile
cobblestone wisdom
devilish-warm humor
humble strength, like a Cobalt star.
I met my great-niece for the first time.
She's a whirlwind of diamonds and sapphire.
Emerging from the chrysalis of an old soul.
Wisdom blossoming like a springtime rose.
She's woven from grandmothers' tapestry.
With her own unique weave of spirit and light.
She, our newest brilliant gemstone.
The embers of God are in her hazel eyes.
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