She collected porcelain clowns,
And cheered me up when I was down.
She baked me cherry pies.
I was the apple of her eye.
She used to send me money,
And baked me cakes made with honey.
Now she is gone and sorely missed.
She is in heaven experiencing such tranquility and bliss.
I can't wait until I see her again
But until then
I will remember her fondly.