Nan

 

You once told me when I was a boy

that when you should die

you would like all your grandchildren

to be at your bedside

Family prejudices and petty quarrels

denied you this and alone you died

Not even was I there to comfort you

In life you gave everything you could

even a son at Dunkirk

At least by God´s good grace

you are now at rest with him

who gave his best too