Grandma W passed away four years ago today. This is the poem I wrote for and read at her services.
Mrs. B
I Know
We’re not together
So very often
Those of us gathered here
And although we are all missing you
I know that you are near
Your sweet face
Is reflected
In many of those that I see
And your eyes are also reflected
I know, when they look at me
We’re sad but
We’re also laughing
Our family bond is strong
We’re catching up on all the news
For which I know you always longed
Last night
I saw a picture
Of you swinging on the moon
From little girl to 89
I know--it came too soon
And now we must
Come to the part
Where you go away, so very far
You’re with Grandpa and Uncle Bill now
I know that’s where you are
1 comment:
Great, Amy!
Assume from the dress & shoes that this is a picture of Grandma?
Of course, lots of little kids look similar. But put you in a mid 60's outfit & you look like Grandma W. when she was s little girl.
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