Tuesday, March 21, 2017

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.

1 comment:

  1. Your grandmother sounds like a richly loved (and loving)woman.