Enough people wanted to get hold of it, so I'll post it here.
My Grandma
Come family, come friends.
We gather here today
to mourn a regrettable end
and to send her on her way.
We've all lost something great,
the Matriarch Anita Dell.
I've realized well to late
how big a loss that we've been dealt.
Anita was my Grandmother,
She was mortar to our clan,
From family news that she would cover
to the dinners that she ran.
At gathers it was known
she would want to play her part.
She would open up her home
so that we could open up our hearts
Come family, Come friends.
We gather to share tears,
to mourn regrettable ends
and to celebrate her years
I look around at the faces
of her glorious legacy.
Her greatest of God's graces,
her loving Christian family
And one can only think
about the way she'd feel
when the family would sing
God's graces at a meal.
If that's what was important,
we'd let love into our lives,
then she would would be content
with her family by her side.
So, Come family, come friends.
We gather in this place
we stand and we commend
the family that she raised.
Every child that was brought
into her family line
was treasured and was taught
that family's the best thing you can find.
On holidays we converge
and would fill a house with song,
the young one's she'd encourage
to join and sing along.
If ones accomplishments
were to be our only grade,
her full life was an event
due to the family she made.
Come family, come friends.
We're here to say goodbye,
Our feelings to help mend,
and to have a little cry.
Share a joy, it doubles.
Sorrows shared divide.
In my time of troubles
the burden's light I find.
Our family's a great one,
The best I've ever seen.
It's the greatest thing she built,
a solid family tree.
Come family, come all.
We've gathered at God's grace.
Grandma's memory will never lull
with this family still in place.
