I've said it before, and I'll say it again; there needs to be an "other" category for submitting poetry. I don't know how to classify it (or even care).
Lest I digress. This poem was written late Monday night/ early Tuesday morning last week a few hours before my grandmother died. I read it to her, but she was non-responsive at that point, probably asleep.
I also read her a passage describing what Saturn would look like from close orbit. It was her favorite planet and I had been searching for such a description for the past ten years. I finally found it in a novelette by Isaac Aisomov, "The Martian Way".