When Grammy Died - A Poem

When Grammy died,
We cried and cried.
The crying lasted many an hour.
Oh! Who knew sadness had such a power

She died on Sunday, Mother's Day.
'Tho many people oft did pray,
God saw fit to take her home.
Now she never more shall roam.

She was a daughter, wife, and mother,
Teacher, and sister to her brother.
She made cakes with what you wanted.
She understood, and never taunted.

Never ready before noon,
Even when, "I'm leaving soon"
The funeral was at two o'clock,
Each heart as heavy as a rock.

So many pictures lined her walls,
Her grandchildren, she loved them all.
I am so proud to be up there,
She's my Grammy! I loved her care.

Many people brought love and food,
All joy was paused sadness - the mood.
for two weeks we had relatives.
Now they're gone, but life still lives.

Someday, someday, life will even out,
But until then there's no need to pout.
She's gone home and so,
I think we ought to let her go.