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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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