My grandmother, Viola Smith (“Nanny”), passed away last Saturday night at 99-years-old.
Playing with my daughter Sara
Her funeral was Tuesday, and during the service, the preacher read two poems that were written by my cousins Kathy and Cody Haskins (Grand-daughter & Great-Grandson). I thought both of these poems were very special and wanted to share them. This first one is from Kathy, and I will post the one from Cody in a couple of days.
Granny, A Best Friend
What A Life You Have Lived.
What A Life You Have Shared.
A Great Example For All,
In The Way That You Cared.
With Only A Fifth Grade Education,
The Teacher You Have Been,
Not With Books And Paper,
But With Your Helping Hands.
We Can’t Thank You Enough,
For The Values You Instilled.
A True Christian Lady,
With Drive, Determination, And Will.
You Answered When Called Upon,
To Help In Times Of Need.
It Might Have Been To Babysit,
Or Show Us How To Plant Some Seeds.
We Will Hold On To The Memories,
Each And Every Day,
That Began In 1911,
On The Tenth Day Of May.
I Can See Your Blue Volkswagen,
Out In Front Of School Each Day,
I’d Climb In With Excitement,
For I Was Going To Your House To Play.
Biscuits Were Your Specialty,
Coconut Pie Such A Treat,
Cake With Chocolate Icing So Good,
Your Cooking Was Hard To Beat.
You Taught Me How To Sew.
You Taught Me How To Cook.
You Taught Me How To Iron,
No Matter How Long It Took.
Thanks For Being The Grandmother,
Everyone Would Love,
I Promise To Pay It Forward,
While You’re Watching From Above.
Your Journey Here Has Ended,
Tired You’ll Be No More,
You Go Home To Glory,
On That Bright And Peaceful Shore.
Kathy Haskins
April 3, 2011