Last Words Poem Help?

Question: Please Dead Grandmother Poem Help?
My grandmother died before I was even born. Please help me create a short and sweet Last Words poem. Info on my grandma's death: died at age 44 and her last words were my loving daughter (to my mom). And she died on easter sunday. please create a nice short poem like the one below. (but make it rhyme)

Something like this would be great!
Example: As She was lying in bed she said,
Take my glasses, plates, and and bowls
and share them with your mother.
Tell your family I ove them as much as you.
By Tasha Mitchell (not by me)

Answers: My precious child, please do not cry
It's not my wish to say good-bye;
And though I leave, my heart stays here
For you are the one my soul holds dear.

I hope this is what you wanted. I'm trying to be creative but I'm really sleepy. God bless you and your family.

As her breath faid away
I swayed away with a whisper
I cried when she died
and now I will cry all my life with the doubt about my grandmom dieing

How about

Thanks grandma for giving me your loving daughter.
And teaching her all the things that life has to offer.
She will pass it along to me with love and care.
So when my mother dies I will have no burden to bare.
Just the love that I will cherish and share.

To Young to die, but pleas don't cry, I'm not that far away.
Just close your eyes and listen to your heart. I'll be making a visit today.
It's not easy to to let me go, but God has a plan,
we will be together in another life, walking in the promise land.

try this one.

Something Specially
For You

I said a prayer for you today
And know God must have heard-
I felt the answer in my heart
Although He spoke no word!
I didn't ask for wealth or fame
(I knew you wouldn't mind)-
I asked Him to send you treasures
Of a far more lasting kind!
I asked that He'd be near you
At the start of each new day
To grant you health and blessings
And my friendship to share your way
I asked for happiness for you
In all things great and small-
But it was for His loving care
I prayed the most of all.

By: Kenny P. aka-Cobra

Here are a couple of poems:

MY MOTHER
She was as good as goodness is,
Her acts and all her words were kind,
And high above all memories
I hold the beauty of her mind.

by Frederic Hentz Adams

THE WATCHER
She always leaned to watch for us,
Anxious if we were late,
In winter by the window,
In summer by the gate;

And though we mocked her tenderly,
Who had such foolish care,
The long way home would seem more safe
Because she waited there.

Her thoughts were all so full of us,
She never could forget!
And so I think that where she is,
She must be watching yet.

Waiting till we come home to her,
Anxious if we are late~
Watching from Heaven's window,
Leaning from Heaven's gate.

by Maragaret Widdemer

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