Inspired by the poems I sent
She composed the masterpiece of a lifetime
By her own telling as I heard today
Talking on the telephone
Free verse I will never see
Because it was like a conversation
She had with herself not written down
But I enjoyed hearing the story
Saying the words came together easily
As she looked up at the sky
Flowing forth with articulate thoughts
In response to what I had shared
At one hundred and one and a half
She is herself the living breathing masterpiece
A treasure trove of memories
Infused with the wisdom of her years
Someone who is a delight to talk with
Kind of amazing she is still with us
Living independently by herself
At ease with whatever comes next
It would be nice to have her poem
But what I like most is her presence
Animated and effervescent
Sharing her outlook on life
