Poetry Party: It's been a while!

Christine at Abbey of the Arts has posted a new Invitation to Poetry, so here goes!

Royal and regal

Grandmother ruled the house,

my mother's mother.

She ruled the family, and the church,

iron fist in velvet glove,

and heart of pure gold.

Her love was fierce

and sometimes frightening.

And yet, I miss her.

My father's mother is with us still,

In body but not in mind.

She was the indulgent one,

the tender one,

the easy one.

Now I do not know her.

I have missed her for years.

Mother, aunt, sister, friends,

I treasure you now

with gold and purple memories,

special days and laughter,

kind words and comfort.

Too soon I will miss you too...

and keep alive your memory

Gold and purple for the royalty you are,

for the place you hold in my heart.