Bernice
April 24 was her birthday
How I recall words she'd say
Telling me she wants a new purse
Or asking if I’m going to church
A tender heart with spirit of God
Watching her in favorite chair nodd
Salt and pepper fresh fish delish she’d fry
Fresh peas and biscuits tea summertime
Imprinted on my mind how she was meek
Kind wise witty homely in her ways peace
Never understood why she loved snuff
I guess addicted to that dirt looking stuff
She left words of wisdom like white pearls
Never again will there be in this crazy world
A grandmother as loving as self sacrificing
Bernice is her name she was truly a queen
Not in a boisterous blunt in your face way
But in imperfect beauty with duty who prays
Happy heavenly birthday Granny!
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