Doris Louise

May 23rd ,1929 to June 12th, 2001

Taken from this world all too soon from Pancreatic Cancer.

MY AMMA

I always tried to say I love you and throw in an extra kiss

You would always say, "God, would you stop this!”

You never were the hanging type,

But I always knew you cared.

You showed your love in everything you did.

With you I never felt scared.

Your home always so warm and welcome,

Lots of yummy treats!

The way you took the extra time.

The smell of your sheets.

The extra mile you went to on the holidays.

The flowers in your garden, all your special ways.

I always knew no matter what, I had a place to stay.

Cuz Grandma's was my favorite house to always go and play.

And I remember those nights, waving from my room,

As I watched you walk away, it filled my heart with gloom.

And lunchtime at the school, was always so much fun.

For I knew, I was my Grandma's special little one.

I thank you for your influence in our darling sweet Elise.

When she was with you, my mind was always at peace.

For I knew there were no better hands to place my infant in,

Than the ones I trusted through the years, so soft and loving.

You've been a steadfast lady, a pillar for everyone.

Don't ever think it has gone unnoticed, everything you've done.

I know I never can repay you for all your years of love,

But I will cherish every memory and remember you, My Dove.

You've instilled so much good in each of our hearts.

It pains me to think that we have to be apart.

And though I'll miss you terribly when you have to go.

I'll have a special Angel watching over me...

This I'll always know.

All my Love,

Shelley

Grandma and Baby

Who Will Take Care Of Grandma?

Who will take Grandma? Who will it be?

All of us want her, I'm sure you agree.

Let's call a meeting; let's gather the clan.

Let's get it settled as soon as we can,

In such a big family, I'm sure there is one

willing to give her a place in the sun.

Strange how we thought she'd never wear out,

but see how she walks, it's arthritis no doubt.

Her eyesight is faded, her memory is dim

She's apt to insist on the silliest whim.

When people get older, they become such a care.

She must have a home, but the question is...where?

Remember the days when she used to be spry?

Baked homemade cookies and made her own pies,

Helped us with lessons, and mended our seams;

Kissed away troubles and tendered our dreams.

Wonderful Grandma, we all love her so,

Isn't it dreadful she has no place to go?

One little corner is all she would need.

A shoulder to cry on, her Bible to read.

A chair by the window, with sun coming through;

Some pretty spring flowers, all covered with dew.

Who will warm her with love, so she won't mind the cold?

Oh who will take Grandma, now that's she's old?

What? Nobody wants her? Oh, yes, there is One

Willing to give her a place in the sun

Where she won't have to worry, or wonder, or doubt.

There'll be no more pain, arthritis, or gout.

Pretty soon now, God will give her a bed.

But who'll dry our tears, when Grandma is dead?

(Grandma had this poem hanging on her fridge for years...

it always brought a tear to my eye because I never wanted her to leave.)

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