Her Final Viewing

Her face was tender and sweet,
Her voice was hushed and kind.
But mostly, I remember her warmth,
She carried that warmth throughout her life,
From birth to the day she died.

And now I view her shell,
A representation of what once was,
A living human being I knew intimately.

As I bend forward to kiss the kindness of her eyes,
I place my hand on her most sacred portal
Remembering its warmth.