Begin with the Ending!

A century later…

Beloved lady whose presence is never so far away,

Often we catch a glimpse of you each passing day.

Whether in the beautiful garden where the flowers thrive,

Or high above gliding upon butterfly wings thou strive.

Her ethereal fragrance lingers beyond the rose bouquet,

Brought back to life in the glimmer of a morning sun ray.

Her endless love goes beyond sheer magnificence,

And for a moment we see her true significance.

Beloved and cherished for her tender loving heart,

You gave joyously the treasures that shall never part.

A kind encourager filled with a beacon of streaming light,

Shone warmth and love in abundance before she took flight.

Vulnerable no more she rests in the arms of all eternity,

Awaiting patiently in the realm of all earthly modernity.

Kind lady shall always be in our hearts and near,

Still loved, still missed for all she held dear.

Brubaker B. (2025), The Philadelphia Matriarch [Epilogue]

Picture of the author's grandmother, the heroine of the novel, Florence.