Wonderful mother and special friend
How could we know
just how soon your life would end
You always showered us
with so much love
Your soul now in Heaven
up above
Your warm smile and gentle touch
and all the other things
we'll miss so much...
Your warm hugs
with arms open wide
That special feeling
for us all now denied
The look on your face
the sound of your name
Things will never
be quite the same
Your life taken away
so suddenly
Missing you
we'll always be.
This poem is written in
loving memory of my grandmother
Myra Endersby who passed
away on 12 March 2001
©
Yolande Matthews
