Grandmother, so very old and fragile,
Remarkable you are in your prayers
And how you roam with beads all day,
Not tired of this selfish world,
Death comes your way and you smiled and prayed,
My childhood gone as the wind takes you,
Over the mountains, up high
There you lay on the bed
Her face stops her smile
Eyes show death
Remarkable you were grandmother for I have always loved you
- Rose R