On the 13th January 2010, God looked around his garden,
And he found and empty place,
And then he looked down upon the Earth,
And saw your tired face.
So God put his arms around you,
And gently lifted you to rest,
Gods garden muse be beautiful,
As he always takes the best.
God knew that you were suffereing,
He knew you were in pain,
He knew you would never,
Get well on Earth again.
God saw your road was getting tough,
And the hills were hard to climb,
So he closed your weary eyelids,
And whispered, "Peace be thine."
It broke all out hearts to lose you,
But you didnt go alone,
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
The morning God called you grandma,
He broke the family chain,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.
You are now in a better place grandma,
Having lost your long running fight,
So God, please Bless and look after our grandma,
And ensure that she sleeps tight.
