The Woman Who Never Rested

My great grandmother is currently actively dying. It's hard to say that, without wanting to break down into tears, but I've written something just for her, and felt like sharing. She was an amazing woman, and I was blessed to have known her. I hope you all can see a little of how much she meant with this little poem I wrote.

The Woman Who Never Rested

Many places you have gone,

Much wisdom you had to share,

Though we mourn you now,

We do it because we care.

Your life was rich with love,

Your wisdom heeded well,

You raised many children,

Held secrets you had yet to tell.

You were the head of this family,

The glue between us all.

Though we knew it would happen,

We prayed you'd never fall.

We gather now for you,

As we have before,

Our mother, grandmother, great-grandmother,

Those names you have, but you mean so much more.

Always were you ready,

To take on all our problems and fears,

With words of guidance,

Your love, a balm to sooth our tears.

We can not thank you enough,

For all that you have done,

Helped each of us more,

Because of this, it's to you we'd always come.

Now it's time for you to go,

Meet the one who made you with pleasure.

May he bless you and smile,

Knowing you were the best treasure.

Now the job you held is open,

Though none will have you bested,

For your family with love,

You are the woman who never rested.