At last you've been invited to paradise,
at last you are where you belong.
I cried at your funeral, ‘cause I missed you,
grandma, I wish that I could have told you…
that I loved you.

I wish I knew where you are,
and I hope that you didn´t go far.
I hope that you went to a good place, something like heaven,
and that you went straight as the clock struck eleven.

My only hope is that you didn’t have to suffer,
and that the cancer made your soul tougher.
Your four sons were ther by your deathbed,
they all saide that they cared for you, these men that you bred.

THis poem is for you to read behind my shoulder,
and knowing that makes my heart bolder.
At your grave there stood many,
I loved you granny, and this I wrote for you, my beloved granny.