She Was
She was a Daughter, innocent and fare,
She was a Sister, held so dear,
She was a Mother, always there,
She was a Grandma, through many tears,
She was a Granny, so many shared,
She was a Niece, who had no fear,
She was an Aunt, to people here,
She was a Cousin, throughout the years,
She was a Friend, to all her peer,
She was a Wife, and now it’s clear,
They’ll once again, become a pair.
I know her absence, we can’t bare,
We might think, that it’s unfair
But in our hearts, she will be near,
To all of us, who loved her and cared.
Dedicated to and in memory of
Helen B. Craig
1934-2007
By Heather D. Roe
She was a Sister, held so dear,
She was a Mother, always there,
She was a Grandma, through many tears,
She was a Granny, so many shared,
She was a Niece, who had no fear,
She was an Aunt, to people here,
She was a Cousin, throughout the years,
She was a Friend, to all her peer,
She was a Wife, and now it’s clear,
They’ll once again, become a pair.
I know her absence, we can’t bare,
We might think, that it’s unfair
But in our hearts, she will be near,
To all of us, who loved her and cared.
Dedicated to and in memory of
Helen B. Craig
1934-2007
By Heather D. Roe
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