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Very few things are constant in life,
But our Granny Callery was one.
Her house was a place of solace and refuge,
When a weary day's work was done.
She'd open her arms in a welcoming hug
And look on you with a tender smile,
And offer you tea and some fresh treacle bread;
Then invite you to talk for a while.
She loved to hear stories of other folks' lives
Of school, or of work or of play.
She, asked interested questions and wished everyone well,
As they then wandered off on their way.
She could be heard praying both early and late,
As she thanked God, for the blessings she had,
From humble beginnings and with lots of hard work
She built a life for which she was glad.
Her love for her family was very well known;
She held her children and grandchildren dear,
But everyone felt Granny Callery was theirs
She became everyone's Granny through the years.
Her life was quite simple, she needed no frills,
Her family, her cats and the soaps,
She loved to help others, to care for their needs;
She lived through their dreams and their hopes.
Her loving existence is so rare these days
She was a flower of the purest kind,
When God made Granny Callery, he made her unique
Another woman like her you won't find.
Copyright Bernadine Callery 2005
My niece, Bernadine Callery, wrote the above heartfelt tribute, following her Granny, Mary Callery's sad departure on the 20th June 2005, at the age of 85.
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