By Hannah Lemon, a Year 4 pupil at St Mary and All Saints School, Beaconsfield

Her hair was beautiful, brown and curly

Which Grandpa used to spray

Her clothes were always smart and neat

Every single day

She wasn't very small

Yet she wasn't that tall

I loved my Grandma lots

She used to have a walking stick

To stop her falling down

She'd puff her cheeks and make them pop

Like a funny clown

I never heard her quarrel or shout

She's very patient without a doubt

I loved my Grandma lots

Early in the morning I'd climb into her bed

We'd play roll over, roll over

And Grandpa would fall out on his head

She let me try on her hairnet

Which made me look a mess

But when I tried her swirly earrings

I looked like a princess

I loved my Grandma lots

Grandma and Grandpa must have loved each other so much

To be married 50 years!

It must seem like forever

They had a happy life together

I loved my Grandma lots

This poem was read out at the recent funeral of Hannah's grandmother

January 23, 2003 10:00