Frances H. Fuqua
A young soul in an old body
A loving mother
Twice, a loving wife
And someone I loved to see
In the summer, we'd watch fireworks
on the Hudson River.
In the winter, we'd go sledding
In the cold that made me shiver
When Aliya, Immy and Xander were born
She seemed so young again
The energy of those children
Made her life not so mundane
Now she's gone to a better place
Than the world she left behind
Sometimes I feel she's watching me
Standing by my side
YOU ARE READING
An Ode to Francis
PoetryA poem I wrote about my maternal grandmother. It was written not long after her passing.
