Grandma’s gone to heaven,
she’s bound to cause a stink!
Some said she was a Kentish heathen:
what will Saint Peter think?
 
She’ll have the angels crafting,
and reading People’s Friend.
Eating fudge and laughing:
the fun will never end.
 
Grandma, don’t forget your medals,
knickers and mobile phone.
You’ll need your glasses, gin and crafting bag:
So, you’ll never be alone.
 
Your crafting room is silent,
It’s quiet in our house right now.
What will I do for breakfast in bed?
Grandad’s cooking not the best, you know.
 
So every day I’ll sing
“Good morning world, it’s a brand-new day”:
And that will make you laugh and smile.
I’ll think of you that way!