FLY AWAY PHILLIS

Beauty by description is a condition of the heart

But we adorn ourselves with trinkets and accessories 

We surround ourselves with finery

And call this true beauty

Beauty is my grandchild 

Reminding me of little me, when I had little parts

Prancing around in my shoes and pocketbook

Totally unaware  of how of beautiful she looks

Beauty is the innocence of a child 

A heart that cares for others even when they are unaware

Beauty is the eye of the creator

Who nurtured us right into nature

Where beautiful flowers are in bloom

Where beautiful colors and fragrance abound 

And all that is life deftly pronounced

Beauty is living a long fulfilled life 

Ushering in the the new generation 

And the chance to watch them grow 

Those who left us at a tender age

Never enjoying the fruits they gave

Have definitely missed out on a great experience

But not Phillis 

Who lived her life in full

Smelling the flowers and feeling the breeze

as much as she could

She grabbed life by the horns

And gave it the third degree

Now she's returned to her home in the heavenlies 

Where she sits on a cloud watching over her family

Swinging with Sinatra and company

Reminiscent of how lovely life went

Missing you all

But knowing you will all see each other again

If she could speak to you now, this is what she'd say: 

Shalom

Think of me fondly 

And smile when you do

Enjoying each moment granted to you

Until you are granted your wings to fly too...

By Moshia' Pen