A Dieu Grande Mere

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.