Grandma, you’re gone,
I feel so alone.
Things I wanted to tell you,
Are now in this poem about you.

She wasn’t my real grandmother,
But she was better than any other.
A step-grandmother was she,
Oh, but not to me.

She had a beautiful face,
No one could ever take her place.
She filled our lives with love,
But now she is in Heaven above.

God needed her, so He took her home.
Her service on earth was done.
“What was her service,” You inquire,
She was here to teach and inspire.

Such a wonderful, loving person,
She was a very unique woman.
With love, she raised my Mom,
Though to her, she didn’t belong.

A special lady, she was,
She gave all of us her love.
I watched her die in pain,
My tears I couldn’t contain.

There were days she thought I was mad,
Never was I mad, only confused and sad.
To watch the pain, of a lady as great as She,
Was the hardest thing for me.

I will always keep her in my heart,
Of my life she will always be a part.
We have now laid her to rest,
But she will always be the best.

Janice Jarnagin
© May 2001


As you have probably guessed, my grandmother was a wonderful
and very special Lady. She is missed greatly. If I could be just
half the person she was, I would be happy.
She was my step-grandmother, and she didn't have
to accept us as she did, but she did.
I was only 16 when Grandma passed away. I had lived
in her house with her while she was dying for about
2 months. My Grandfather knew it was upsetting me too
badly, so he made me go back to my Mom's house.
Approximately 2 weeks later, the Lord took Grandma
home. I was glad to not be there to actually see her go.
Thank you for reading my memorial to my Grandma.


  

 

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