It was the smile

That I remember

From my conscious days.

For eight decades,

I basked in that smile.

Lucy was lucent

And, when she entered a room,

It lit up with happiness.

Her smile was stamped

With her ardent faith

Which emboldened

Our hope

When she promised

To pray for us.

Her knees were callused

And her forehead

Was marked

From constant kneelings

And prostrations

Of the Stations of the Cross.

Now we bid tearful “Good bye”

When she has left

Our temporal abode

To enter her eternal home.