Her eyes twinkled like the stars above,
She was as creative as an artist
And as graceful as a dove.
Her beauty is now in heaven,
But we will still see her shimmer
On the stars she lives, to leave her impression.
It rains when she cries for us,
The sun shines when she smiles
The wind blows, when she is blowing kisses to us
She may not be present
But talk to her all you like,
It will make her happy, and happiness is pleasant
Our Nan will never be replaced,
She may not be with us
But in our hearts she is placed.