Obviously leaves a lot to the imagination. I sort of like that, though, I've got a beautiful picture in my mind of this girl with long hair, smelling of salt water, with beautiful blue eyes and silky slippers.
It's a prompt more than anything, but it's pretty.
This is a great tribute to someone who is undoubtedly a great woman... You should share this with her if you haven't already.
There is something about your third stanza that I find not quite right from a reader's POV, as this reads like a memoir maybe there is just more to it that we are not aware of. Anyway, the part I find difficult is this: "She wasn’t looking at the daffodils, but I was," It's poetic, yes, but relevant? I can't see how. Another stanza, even a small two liner, might be needed to further explain the correlation between yellow, daffodils, grandmother, and religion.
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