Each day her world was getting smaller
But still to this bench she made her way
To enjoy the park, the pond, and the ducks
and watch young children that came to play
Her bench became a gathering place
Life stories told and babies kissed
They all enjoyed her wise company
Her sweet face will sorely be missed.
They still gather at that bench
And daily life goes on as before
But they still remember "grandma"
A lady they had come to adore...