until the clock just stops tick tocking.
Every tick that passes is a grain of sand
that trickles through the hourglass of life.
One grain at a time life slowly passes
Each grain is a stunning story or a
bit of gory detail that we only dare
to giggle about when we are at home alone.
When a grain causes some pain
you were there to tell us it will be okay.
We all made our own mistakes
but you stood by and loved us anyways.
Now the clock has stopped for good
and that final grain has tumbled through.
We've said all we can say
We've done all we can do.
I will always remember you for
the good you've said and done.
The Memory of your life lives on
in the happy heartbeats of my children.
Love You Grandma ...