Children, grandchildren, great and great-great, too
She taught all something no matter the age.
Five generations she spread her love through
And wrote special notes on our life’s book’s page.
Now we remember the times she was near
Reflecting on her magnanimous deeds
And think of the moments we all hold dear
And the intelligence planted like seeds.
Great-great baby Eddie’s first kiss blowing
To whistling with her great grandchildren, us,
And her granddaughters bows and knots tying
To hearing John say their name, Lazarus.
On earth she was for ninety years and three.
In our hearts ever and always she’ll be.