this is about my Gran Rowe who died on christmas 1995. since
its ten years ago i felt i should write something because
she was the most amazing person and her memory desevers it


for you Gran  


Ten years
And it still
Brings a tear
To my mother’s
Eye 

I can’t help but ask why 
Why you are gone 
Sixty three years old
Your life wasn’t that long

You seemed so fit
You seemed so happy 
Christmas that year was 
Really crappy

I remember how
My child’s heart would glow 
Your love was unquestionable   
I’m glad I know 

But Gran 
I miss you 
And ill never have you back
But ill see you again 
Not till I’ve lived 
I owe you that

Grace Rowe died 25/12/1995 
R.I.P. Gran xxx