POEM
written by Sarah

It's a funny old thing watching someone grow old, the circle of life or so I've been told.

I can't remember much from my very first days, but my granny was there, loving as always.

From the day she introduced me to a pudding made with bread & butter, I looked at her as if she was a nutter!

But low and behold granny was right, that warm, creamy dessert, an utter delight.

My sister and I would stay for a few weeks at a time, back when granny was in her prime.

Together outside we would play for hours, whilst granny pottered and pruned her beautiful flowers.

We enjoyed many outings together, come rain or shine, whatever the weather. Trips to see where Shakespeare resided, always with fun and laughter provided. Grannys beautiful smile would light up the darkest place, even when she snored, a smile beamed on my face!

But that day came when my granny grew sick, that smile we all knew left behind too quick. Never going to be ready to lose her from life, my granny, a mummy and grandads wife.

As I stare into space with a lump in my throat, I wanted to write you this final note - Granny you will always be loved, at peace at last, you will watch from above.

Until that moment when we meet again, sleep tight granny Joy, you are no longer in pain.