My Grandmother

'Twas a morning that carried the softest of breeze, With the brightest of sunlight shining down through the trees, The wind whispering so softly, humming sweet lullaby As if echoing thoughts of the times now gone by. A day of perfection full of beauty and grace In great celebration of one leaving this place. Chosen was the Sabbath for Christ Jesus to bless And give peace to a soul that so needed rest. For during this lifetime, this soul had worked hard, Giving all that it had from within, from its heart. Many difficult days in its life it did live. But equal the joy and the love it did give. This soul 'twas so precious and so great was its worth, In those days that it shared, with us here on earth. The pain of its loss for those left behind "Tis no greater heartache will one ever find. The ground up above her, we will cover with flowers. We'll visit her often and spend many hours. The blooms will be watered by those tears in our eyes, With her sweet spirit watching from above in the skies. May the breeze continue in its lullaby of song, May it whisper to loved ones, "find peace and be strong". For we who so loved her, there will a day come We'll hear in that breeze our own lullaby hummed. Again seeing that soul from so much we learned, Our precious mom, sister, wife...a golden soul named LaVerne. This is dedicated in loving memory of my grandmother named LaVerne...And to a wonderful aunt whose words are so beautiful and sweet...I love you Aunt Penny

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