My Grandma Jean

my grandmother was visited by an Angel once
brilliant Light filled her room
and changed Her perception forever

from the creation of this Planet
she learned of the Color blue
from the Spheres on the boxy canvas
to the sparkling Glass in her windows
she saw the colors of the One who painted us
they are still here for us to Play

she understood that all colors are In light
and that is where people Shine the most
in people she could see Gods love
so complete

she told me that god Loves every person

she told me that Every person
worships God in their own way

she taught me that People
are made of Colors
and this is Beauty
in every single Person
she taught me the Sun was not yellow
but raspberry And tangerine
looking at the colors You could see
a lake, a Tree, a sky

her Compassion was intense
like Chernobyl
fiery Pastel towers
when the World hurt
she Hurt
and that, too, was a Color

she Taught me to see colors
even when everything else is Grey
she taught me the Rain
is Shiny
she Saw stained glass
in the Window of every soul

she taught me that Everyone
is an Artist

she taught me that an Engineer paints
with the Colors
of Mathematics
and Science
as she pointed to the Man she loved

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i think the Word she used most was
“Beautiful”

she adored her Daddy
her Granddaddy
and her Great-granddaddy
and i adore Her

and i can’t wait to see her Again