My Granny was a god-sent angel,
Her love flowed deep as the dell.
All the buds in the garden that flowered,
Spoke of the incessant love she showered.
My Granny was a heavenly fairy,
Her smile chided us when weary.
All the stars in the sky that sparkled,
Spoke of her memories that were jeweled.
My Granny was an angel – a fairy,
As I watched the Night sky that was starry,
Suddenly the moon into her face transformed,
I saw the beams transcend,
And down my cheeks tickled
Heard her voice say
Be brave my child,
Come what may.