In memory of Evelyn Rosevina Gomez nee Wilson

Ebba

Her hair a halo silvered by age,
was a vision of great beauty
Her hands though wrinkled and calloused by toil
Often offered love and comfort to me

Her wisdom when shared came from experience,
from an all knowing sage
Her shoulders were bent from the heavy
burdens she'd carried

Her brow weathered and wrinkled by unending strife
Yet her stride never faltered,
and she never once tarried
Nor did she once question her exhausting lot in
this life

Her support and her guidance were freely given
To all those in need of kind, loving hands
There were times she seemed almost driven
By the needs of so many, with such difficult demands

Now those left behind, are faced with her shoes left unfilled
And we remember her fondly with soft smile on our face
For today we give homage to a life too soon stilled
As we affirm that there's none that can ever replace

Our Mother, our Granny, our "Ebba"
Sweet Mamie
Her spirit we sorely and plaintively miss
Thus t'is with untold sorrow we recall fondly
Our days spent together in wondrous bliss

Rosevina



Author's note: This poem is dedicated to my Grandmother who would have celebrated her 76th birthday today, December 18th.