She was small in stature With the mind of an owl. She wasn’t one for confrontation But quick to put you in your place. On an eighth-grade education She was full of knowledge. Always making sure her grandchildren Where are aware of the world around them. From evening strolls To Friday night scrabble. Genevieve always had a place To comfort the happiest of souls. She’s missed dearly But she’s always in my heart. Keeping her spirit alive Through my creative side.