Each evening she would appear
And quietly take her chair,
To watch as God painted the end
Of another perfect day in her very long life.

Some were privileged to share
Those serene moments with her,
And I was honored to be counted
Amongst those so fortunate.

Sadly, over one-hundred years on this Earth
Would come to a peaceful end,
And she would ascend to a place
Far beyond that final sunset.

That evening, I watched with misty eyes
As brilliant colors from the Master’s palette
Painted the ever fading light,
And I struggled to whisper:
“Farewell, and Godspeed, Gramma Dot.”

My dear neighbor and friend, “Gramma Dot,”
watched her final sunset at the age of 103 years.