For Grandma

[Read at Grandma’s funeral.

Thank you for helping to make me the person I am today.

Never ever remember someone as they are when they are ill... This poem commemorates Grandma as the amazing lady before Lewis Body Dementia took over].

Laurel Heather

One life of eighty-nine years,

Lay bare upon a shelf of time-worn tears.

Conner collecting, autumnal air,

Figments of a past without clinical care.

Now look upon her angelic shell,

Dig deep and forget the day that she fell.

But, look instead at her beautiful soul, 

That has loved and suffered life’s continuous toll.

Cruising the world in youthful bliss,

Such memories she can no longer miss.

For as we look upon the hard and bare,

Notice those eyes, void of reminiscent stare.

Save and remember the woman you knew,

Cherish her life that you wish to pursue.

***

Pretty little plum and pretty little peach,

Joyous to care for one of each.

Lolly pop walks, to the churches we plod,

Before curling up to Wynken, Blynken and. Nod.

Homemade trifle, a laurel green gown,

In muffins and crumpets, my we would drown.

Raising us with abiding love,

Heaven has received one incredible dove.

Drawing contests, that white washed board,

Upon which Dan’s rabbit with a nose like a sword-

Will remain in our memories until the day that we die,

When we can join you Grandma, in a cloudless sky.

It is consoling to know you are far from life’s plight, 

So for now, sweet dreams and I wish you goodnight.