Some things when they get old you throw away

Others when they get old they start to decay

Some things when they get old their value diminish

Others when they get old their beauty vanish

There’s one thing I would not discard even though it’s old

That’s my grandmother she’s the best in the whole world

This is my experience living with my granny

If you had the same then I’m sure your would agree

It is a blessing to have your grandmother

Memories of her would always last forever

Remember when your mother would pull that leather strap

Granny would say; “leave the child!  Come here, sit on my lap”

Cake, sweetbread and pone granny was never out of it

You could always get a slice whenever you visit

Your bed was always covered with patch work sheets

And in her grip were always two to three bags of sweets

Granny always had some remedy for when you’re not feeling well

Something to drink, something to eat, something to rub or something to smell

How would you know if the rain was coming?

Granny’s arthritis knee would start hurting

Remember those wigs granny would always wear

And her hair nets that you would always tear

Remember those hair pins you would use to clean your ear

And her glasses you sat on when she left them on the chair

I always enjoyed sleeping over by granny

She always told some long ago story

You felt as though you lived a hundred years

If it was happy you would laugh, if it was sad you’d shed tears

On granny’s dresser would have her false teeth in a glass of water

And a small bowl containing five cents, ten cents and quarters

From granny you could always get a new underwear and vest

A new copy book and pencil whenever you have a test

This was something I did not want to mention

I am sure most of us grew up on granny’s pension

Good advice from them you would always get

Having them as a friend you would never regret

I love my grandmother with all of my heart

But someday I know we would have to part

So whosoever goes first I want this to be know

That my granny brought comfort whenever I felt alone

I Love You Granny

Born 14th April 1916 - Died Friday 22nd October 2004.

The joy of being alive is a precious one

It brings happiness and lots of fun

The whistling of the birds and the buzzing of the bees 

On the petal of the flower and the branches of the trees 

The joy of being alive is every breath you take 

The beautiful fishes within the lake 

The beautiful scenery which life unfolds 

The many opportunities which life holds 

The joy of being alive is the morning light 

The moon, the stars which shine so bright 

The joy of being alive is every beat of the heart 

The joy of being alive is Allah’s work of art 

The joy of being alive is one that is just