A Grandmother's love is a Sacred Trust;
Passed on for generations to each of us_
Every accomplishment you make in Life;
Is a reflection of the values she attained
through years of strife.
Her love is Eternal like the flowers of Spring_
Her seeds flourish with each new baby
life brings.
The world is always a better place_
When you remember the smile on her
sweet face.
Caring for others, she did without regret_
Her kindness so unselfish, no one will forget.
She will labor no more_nor worry,nor fear_
She'll bask in His light and shed not a tear.
She waits for her loved ones to join her there_
Sending down blessings and hearing their prayers.
God has now taken her into his Flock_
All that is left behind is her memory and good deeds embedded in rock.
by
Mary S. Hymel
Copyright 1991-2000
All Rights Reserved
