Grandma Ruth

I have a grandmother and she's ninety one Despite her old age she's loads of fun Talking for hours about things that she did Over the years when she was a kid She'd ask ,"Where is my husband, why isn't he here." And she'd look down at me and down came a tear "He's waiting for you on the other side of the river" I'd say "God let her meet him on the other side." I'd pray The time came where I had to say goodbye But Gramma missed him...and so do I I know she wanted to see him after this life Reunited with him; his beautiful wife I have the heart to stand up and tell the truth I miss my dear old Gramma Ruth Driving to the garden the day she died to pick daisies and roses to place by her side