grand beauty

she loved beautiful...
beautiful scents,
people with beauty apparent...
hats she wore with regalness
proudly donned for God's house...
[i wonder how big her hat collection is in His kingdom] 
she loved her family...
beautiful to her...
even in it's dysfunction
her lineage was golden
and cherished as such
we came from beauty...
so,
she HAD to have been born
on a beautiful day
sprung forth
in a ceremonial way
canaries chirping
a beautiful serenade
the epitome of sophisticated taste
style she was born with
class not taught or for trade
so beautiful...
that even in her passing
her love has stayed
she loved beautiful...
the scent
the life
the way...
even the day,
we put her away...
was uncharacteristically beautiful...
spring nudging winter
for the honor of shining light
on the beauty of her
one last time in this earthly place
for where she lay...eternally
is a beauty she'll always display
directly under a perfect tree's shade
she loved...
her beautiful babies
and their babies
and she loved
my maybe babies...
the ones she knew
would look like the her in me
and be part of a line
of beautiful and fine...
MY grandmother loved...
and we loved
and STILL love her...
beautifully