Tell me a story, draw me a picture, perhaps recite a poem? Cook my favorite food or better yet a treat, A trip to Boyd's toy store right down the street! Always I was beautiful and never could I tell, you had many more grandchildren and you loved them all well. Never did you scold me or say an unkind word, despite the many impish acts, you had faith that I would learn. What a faithful spirit, what an awesome soul, I know that I will miss you and all the prayers you said, which often I had thought kept me from the dead. Your love was like an Irish bullet, Strong and with good aim, inspired through my heart, and seared onto my soul. A hole is left there now, And this I'm sure I know; to grieve is the only way I will heal and grow.