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have to pick a peom for my nans funeral

HI all

Not a poster in this forum, but my nan ( granmother) has died after a long illness and my family want me to read a poem. She was strong and true to her family, friends and faith ( Roman Catholic). Any body have any suggestions as I am struggling.

Many thanks

A smile, a look, her eyes of love,
my nan was sent from up above
She taught me ways to walk this trail,
even when she was quite frail
She gave to me the gift of life,
she helped me when my soul had strife
We laughed we smiled, she held my hand,
she taught me how to be a man
As time goes by I know my sorrow,
will pass for I know our tommorow
Is waiting as a new born flower
Her soul is sailing, soft and free,
I know that she can still see me
Shes watching me as I will find,
an Angel's wings within my mind
Till the day we meet again,
I thank you God for such a friend

Thank you i hope it is okay to use. I am touched again deep felyt thanks for you trouble :thumbsup:

I wrote it for you... I hope it is ok

I always wanted to use the middle verse of Carly Simon - The Carter Family.

Quote:

Originally Posted by (Carly Simon/Jacob Brackman)

The Carter family lived next door for almost 14 years
With Gwen and I inseperatable from rag dolls through
brassieres
Then Gwen began to bore me with her giggles and her fears
The day the Carters moved away, I had to fake my tears
I told new friends Gwen Carter had become a silly pest
And then I found I missed her more than I'd ever have guessed

Grandma used to nag at me to straighten up my spine
To act respectful and read good books
To take care of what was mine
I hated being criticized and asking her permission
So what if her advise was wise, It always hurt to listen
I didn't cry when Granny died, she made me so depressed
And then I found I missed her more than I'd ever have guessed

You used to make me moan in bed, but that can't be enough
My friends complained your jokes were crude,
Your manners were too rough
Don't know just what I wanted, but I know I wanted more
Someone smooth, presentable, to blend with my decor
And now at night I think of how you grinned when you
undressed
And I find I miss you more than I'd ever have guessed.