My Grandparents

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The bitterest tears shed over graves
are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
--Harriet Beecher Stowe

This page is dedicated in loving memory to my grandparents. I don't think I told them I loved them enough when they were here.

This poem was written for my Granny, Texie Lou Purser. She joined my Pawpaw, Garland Leslie Purser in heaven on November 25, 1999. Garland went to heaven on May 31, 1969. This poem was written by my Aunt.

When the Father calls for me
To leave this world of woe,
I pray, my children, you'l be brave
And say you'll let me go.

Everything I've done in life
I've done with faith to know
That He's waiting up in heaven for me;
Please, will you let me go?

I've tried my best to let you see
That seeds of love I've sown.
Please be kind and let me go
To see my brand new home.

My body's tired of running the race;
I've stood and watched you grow.
I'm trusting God to care for you;
If you love me, please let me go.
by: Irene Thompson Brantley

This poem was written for
my other Grandmother,
Ruby Lee Robertson.
She joined my Grandfather,
Walter Norris Robertson
in heaven on December 3, 1999.
Walter joined the angels on
January 23, 1970. This one was written by
one of my mother's cousins.

SHED NO TEARS FOR ME

If you could see my home above
And feel the peace and joy and love,
I wish that you could only see,
You’d shed no tears for me.

There is no talk of pain up here,
No thought of death or pain or fear,
I wish that you could only see,
You’d shed no tears for me.

Life on earth was very hard
I had my share of pain,
But all the hardships are left behind,
So shed no tears for me.

Much Love,
Tommie Jean Winnett
In memory of Ruby Robertson
Written 12-9-1999

I wrote this poem for my Grandmother Ruby's 75th birthday.

Just for you, Grandma

Birthdays are a time to recount
you past blessing
and look ahead to the many,
many more years you have.
I want to take this time to
thank you for being my Grandma.

My life is richer
for the joys
you've shown me,
the flowers in the spring,
the vegetables in the summer,
the turning of the leaves in the fall,
and the first snowfall of the winter.
The smiles you gave when
I would bring a bouquet of flowers
from the fields.
Mostly weeds but
you thought they were
prize winning flowers just the same.
The curiosity you showed
in all I did,
from chasing fireflies
to chasing buttreflies. The warmth you showed me
when it was cold will keep me warm
for an eternity.
For the patience you would show
when I pulled up the good plants and
left the weeds.
The kindness you showed
when I would fall and skin my knees.
The richness you've given me
will last forever and
I hope someday I will be
as good a Grandma as you are.
Love Leisa©