What is the heft of a quiet life
that her grandchildren carry today?
More than the weight of a mother and wife
as they solemnly march to her grave.
They bear the imprint of soft, storied arms
from her lifelong earnest art
honed by the tasks of family and farm
and a gentle, loving heart.
Heavy their hearts as the memories gel
and the tears of loss consume,
but lighter their steps at the thought of her smile
that accompanies them to her tomb.
The worker performs his lowering job.
Her children toss earth on the chest
containing her form but never her love
that survives to inspire and to bless.