Queenly on the Sidewalk

This is poem about my great-grandmother written on December sixth. On the first of February, she went to heaven.

When we saw you last, my dad said
You should live to be a hundred
And I imprinted your picture on my mind
As you stood queenly on the sidewalk
And watched us drive on,
Your blood surging through my own veins,
Your legacy reaching into me
And out into pictures, words, and characters.
But as this monster now overtakes your mind,
I see you fade,
Your image growing dimmer in my mind,
As pictures, words, and characters grow more defined.
And I would plead to God for mercy,
But what if it is a monster of mercy in your mind,
And you grow dim here, but there you are defined--
In peace with Him, in love with Him,
Free from torments of the mind?