The ancient windowsill and it's cobalt blue contrasts
oversee the sun-shined courtyard that's always been there.
The cylindrical soldiers of fused sand held and kept pure
Grandma's ease and comfort those last days.
Now, cobalt sentinels watch over the courtyard, shielding from
the same golden heat and flame that first gave it purpose.
Bottles emptied, their beauty remains.
Soldiers new orders have been given, and their purpose has changed.
To ensuring Grandmothers memory lives on forever,
while the sun shines on, over the courtyard that's always been there.
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