A Woman of Immeasurable Grace

A Woman of Immeasurable Grace

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"A Woman of Immeasurable Grace"
- for my mother, Gail Isman Silverman, 6/25/43 – 12/5/03

Imagine a room, dark and boring,
With heavy drapes that
weigh it down.
'Til someone draws the curtains back,
And a beam of sunlight
Cascades through
Instantly transforming the room
Into a vivid and sparkling place.

This is how my mother enters a room.

A woman of immeasurable grace
A glowing smile on her beautiful face
A vision that time can never erase.

She glides as if she floats on air,
Like a flawless gem, precious and rare,
Enchants and inspires, all the while unaware.

This is how my mother enchants a room.

Her form is drawn like a silhouette -
Perfect and striking, yet delicate,
Possessed with courage and etiquette.

This is how my mother graces a room.

Her laughter rings out loud and true,
Filled with sincerity and gratitude,
As pure as the skies in heaven are blue.

This is how my mother befriends a room.

She took her leave as midnight chimed,
"Goodbye, everybody, I love you," she sighed.
The scent of her perfume still lingers behind.

This is how my mother exits a room.

With grace she lived, with grace she now climbs.
Her spirit and beauty transcend time,
And fill this room with a light divine.

This is how my mother enters a room.
			
-tsf, December 6, 2003

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