In London town, we welcomed dear Grandma,
Took her to a French feast, so grand, so fair,
Unafraid to savor the young pig with charm,
A lover of pork, relishing each flavor.
Her first sip of drink, a moment unveiled,
Taylor's fête, a celebration, spirits high,
Each soul enchanted, her warmth availed,
For her heart knew love without a sigh.
In parting words, she spoke of destiny's way,
"The Lord calls me soon, take care, my dear,
Remember, love binds us, come what may,"
A jest, a last chat, etched, forever clear.
Oh, Grandma dear, time's passage bore no clue,
Your spirit lives on, our lives entwined each day,
Though worlds apart, memories tender and true,
In my heart's strings, your love will forever sway.
I miss you, oh how life has taken its sway,
Yet, you trod your path in a waltz of grace,
In dreams, in whispers, I hear your say,
Grandma dear, you've left an unyielding trace. You did it your way!