Remembering, by Anonymous

In memory of Grandma Sweetpea

Flute books with your markings

On the music that you taught.

Scrapbooks full of memories

Can be neither sold nor bought.

Your love for us is ever strong

Your laughter was contagious,

And none of us will soon forget

The joy your spirit gave us.

Daughter, Wife, and Mother

Best known as Grandma Sweetpea,

I’m thankful for the times we’ve shared

And how you’ve loved me deeply.

I’ll miss you when your birthday comes

And you’re not there to call

But on that day your family here

Your life we will recall.