On Wednesday our family lost
a matriarch from Hickory town,
With a perma-smile and rapier wit,
the ever lovely Lois Brown.
She stood just a step over four feet tall
but her hearty laughter was felt by all.
Grandpap couldn’t see, and she could barely hear
But I’ve never known such a loving pair
Their house was so warm, that nostalgic, cellar smell
Where Jeff and I slid down stairs ‘til the dinner bell.
She burned through two hips, her arthritic hands were knobbed
But she slew search-a-words like it was her job.
Through her love of life, all odds she defied
And her face bore the lines of a billion smiles.
And though she’s gone, her spirit’s still here
In our laughter, our hearts and that familial cheer
She lives on in our eyes as our numbers grow
And in the precious few who inherited her nose.
Rest in peace, Grandma Brown.
Jan. 3, 1911-Aug. 22, 2012
(if you hold out until minute two, she really nails her signature part.)