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
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