Boxcar

Your life when but a youngster A hard and rocky road At times a covered wagon Was the place that you called home But in years as you grew older You met the man you loved You married, bore his children Together served the Lord Together with your husband You shared the Gospel truth In a little town called Belton The little church rang tried and true Outside of church your family Held dearest to your heart Welcomed any visit From your kids, their kids, and all Though sick at times no mention Because your family you adored That was indeed the blessing God had for you in store You left us mid October A beautiful day in fall Your death though we expected Was unprepared by all Lived a life of service To God and family Now your work was finally done It was time to see your King As a child you had nickname Which bothered you back then The kids would call you Boxcar But only to torment But I would call you Mammaw That’s who were to me In loving memory of Carie Still missed each passing day *In loving memory of my great-grandmother Carie Leona Duncan Miller (1917- 1988)