I am the wonderful
smell of tulips and roses
banana bread on a Sunday morn
I am the one yodeling in the morn
to wake my loved ones. I am the
listening ear when no one would care
I teach and you are my sweet, sweet peach
I garden and cook for the ones I took. I loved and was loved back.
I was a great, great daughter, mother, wife, and grandmother
but now my spirit lives on in the heart of my loved ones and those I loved
I am Golda Lucinda Illum Moulding
In loving memory of our wife, mother, daughter, and grandmother. We miss you
This poem was written for my grandmother, who passed away 3 years ago.
Grandmother Poem - In Loving Memory
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