Grandmas Poem

My grandma has always been to me, the best grandma there ever could be. She was always head deep in *** ash and steam, be it baking a cake or sewing a seam. Our christmas was full of laughter and cheer, with sprouts by the bucket load and balloons down the stairs. With grandma there was no shades of grey, no whys or whats a spade is a spade. And now shes in heaven with the lord our jesus, i bet shes telling him what to do, how to please us. Now theres no better two words that rhyme with pokey, so ill just say ta-ta for now gran.... Okey Kokey