This Little Old Lady

My first attempt at poetry, I hope you like it.

I was walking along and what do I see?
This little old lady looking at me.

I try to not make eye contact,
But I couldn't help but look at her back.

Who is she? Do I know her?
I felt a shiver run through my spine, Brrr.

It isn't a very chilly morning, this day.
Why is she just standing there in that way?

Does she need something from me?
My feet inform me, that I must go see.

Two more steps and we are eye to eye.
Her eyes well up and she begins to cry.

I've been waiting for you, my dear!
Did you forget that I was here?

From my blood you are alive.
Remember all I taught you and you will thrive.

I stand there frozen to the ground.
My heart refuses to pump and pound.

Grammie dear, is that really you?
How can that be? Your life is through.

The tears are coming from all the memories.
She touches my face like a gentle breeze.

I close my eyes with our sweet embrace.
My heart finally picks up pace.

She drops her cane, I steady her from falling.
She smiles and says "Now their calling"

I'm always here, just think of me.
I will help you, to better see.

Without a chance to to beg and plead.
She walked away from me.

I suddenly saw a big bright light.
She opened her wings and took to flight.

Be honest, tell me what you think.