In Cornwall's embrace, with sea's gentle sigh, Nan caravanned under the limitless sky. Her laughter would dance where the waves met the shore, With dear Kennith beside her, her heart asked no more. She cooked shepherd’s pie, a taste of her care, Corn beef sandwiches too, an aromatic affair. As a school dinner lady, her warmth was a feast, Fed more than just hunger, she nourished us least. With a knee made anew, she'd rise and still climb, On stairs she'd traverse with courage and time. For grandkids and houses, her love was the drive, Wherever we lived, she kept all dreams alive. Though fearsome at times, her strictness refined, Her strength was a fortress for those left behind. In curious whispers, our stories she'd weave, With patience and pride, she taught us to believe. Now rest with the stars, gentle Nan, rest in peace, In memories golden, your love shall not cease.