It aches the heart to see you cold.
We’d not believe had we been told,
That we’d get to meet the day
The hands of death snatch you away.
But alas! That time is here
And now we’ve lost our granny dear.
We’ll miss you much, the tongue can’t tell,
That tree from which we apples fell.
We’ll miss that voice, the words it dealt,
Those hands that nursed us back to health.
Rest granny, rest, you’ve done your part
You’ll live forever dear in our hearts.
Rest Mami, rest in the Lord’s bosom,
And know your seeds will grow and blossom.
Your time is here, the baton’s passed,
We’ll do our best to hold on fast
To values learned, the lessons taught
And cherish too the blessings brought.
It pains to bid farewell to one so dear,
So teary eyed, we say a Dieu grande mere.