| Memorial for My Grandma |
| Helen Lucille Puyear |
| May 8, 1937 - November 13, 2000 |
| God looked around the garden, And found an empty space. He looked down upon the Earth, And saw your tired face. He put his arms around you, And lifted you to rest. God's garden must be beautiful For He only takes the best. He knew that you were weary, And he knew you were in pain. He knew that you would never Be well on Earth again. He saw the roads were getting tough, And the hills were hard to climb. So he closed your weary eyelids, And whispered peace be thine. |
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| My Grandma and I |
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| My (Younger) Grandma |
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| My Grandma and I. |
| We Miss You. |