Grandmother Death Poem

My grandmother also known as Grams to almost everyone, Grams sacrificed her time and energy for others on a constant basis. She was never trying to gain nor did she ever ask anything for herself. It was her selflessness that drew people to her. She has held my family together in times of trouble, and has been the rock on which our lives are built. There was nothing more enjoyable to her than helping people in any way that she could.

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© J. Travis Sparks

Published: Feb 2012

A Week In Heaven

She hugs and kisses her loved ones at Heaven's gate,
Then shares with them the joy of her new found fate.
She goes on and on about the ones she left behind,
It's going to take a while, because she was Grams to all mankind.

Now God bestows the heavenly rewards upon her head,
As always, she shares them with others instead.
She now receives the deed to her new heavenly mansion,
To make room for all of us, she's already planning the expansion.

Heaven's newest garden is now in bloom,
She started working on it, as soon as she left that room.
Not being able to work in the soil now for some time,
I am sure her smile is brighter than summer's sunshine.

So Grams wished for all to understand,
That God is the key to the eternal land.
If you choose Him before it's too late,
Grams will meet you at Heaven's gate.

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