A POEM FOR GRANDMA

By Dyan Varnadore

Don't cry for me you said when I'm gone,

Because at peace is where I'll finally be

I have lived my life for many years,

And I have seen all there is to see

But how is it possible not to cry

for someone as amazing as she

Who taught and showed so much love,

and did so unselfishly

You can't forget about her charming smile,

her comforting eyes and voice

Her gentle hands and wise words,

which she used to make Jehovah's heart rejoice

I truly believe that God considered her,

one of his closest friends

Like Abraham, Ruth and Job,

she was faithful right down to the very end

She ran the race with all her might,

and always kept that prize in sight

No matter what may be her plight,

she fought that fine faithful fight

She put on that shield of faith,

and that breastplate for integrity

She held her family's hands,

and marched straight on to victory

So now we have this choice before us,

to follow her into paradise

Because she has already made it there,

but we still have to gain our lives

So, Grandma, I promise you,

that when you awake

I'll meet you with a pair of climbing boots,

and some shining new skates

We'll climb the highest mountain,

and ice skate all night long

and gaze into the stars from our rocking chairs,

as we sing your favorite song

We will sing out with joy of heart,

because we will finally have a part

We will live for the day,

because we can finally say

Life Without End at Last!!!

(In Memory of Eva Rosetta Johnson

November 26, 1923 - December 4, 2005)