A Gran Slips Away

ANOTHER gran has joined the chorus
Slipped away, hung up her hat and gone ahead
It’s her singing that we hear
when soft sweet winds are blowing,
She’s left a lot of memories behind.
They paint pictures of her life of caring.
Stories of her days keep rolling on.
Till who she REALLY was, shines all the brighter.
Up ahead, I almost hear her song

Close Menu