Tribute

Never an unkind word you spoke,
I remember you as the kindest of folk.
You would squeeze me tightly in your arms,
keeping me safe from danger and harm.
A glorious smile always filled your face,
it was filled with love, lit up with grace.
I found your door always open to me
You loved to serve all you could see.
Now I strive to be like you, even a bit.
Could I have your knowledge, or even your wit?
There's no beating you, that's no question.
To me you were absolute perfection.
Thanks, Grandma.