| POLLY JANE DEEL COMPTON |

| My Precious Flower My Grandma was like a flower She bloomed with kindness She shimmered in the sun She was admired by everyone She was the lily of my valley She was the setting sun She was a grandma to everyone This lady I call Grandma will be sadly missed As I look to the Heavens to see I will see this precious flower With her shiney wings Written by Polly’s granddaughter, Michelle Harbin May I go now? Don’t you think the time is right? May I say good-bye to pain-filled days And endless nights? I’ve lived my life and done my best, An example tried to be, So can I take that step beyond And set my spirit free? I didn’t want to go at first I fought with all my might! But something seems to draw me now To a warm an loving light I want to go! I really do! It’s difficult to stay. But I will try as best I can To live just one more day... To give you time to care for me And share your love and fears I know you’re sad and are afraid Because I see your tears I’ll not be far, I’ll promise that; And hope you’ll always know That my spirit will be close to you Wherever you may go. Thank you so for loving me You know I loved you too. That’s why it’s hard to say good-bye And end this life with you. So hold me now, just one more time, And let me hear you say, Because you care so much for me, You’ll let me go today |