In gentle slumber, Nan at last finds peace, Her memories linger in Cornwall's embrace. With loving husband Kennith, joys didn't cease, On caravan trips where time left no trace. Her hands were skilled in crafting meals divine, Shepherd’s pie warmth, corned beef kissed with care. As a school dinner lady, she'd entwine, Nurturing souls with her tender fare. Though knees were frail, her spirit never wavered, On hands and knees she'd climb, her heart would soar, To see new houses, grandkids much favored, Her love transcending any creaky floor. Though strict, a fearsome glance she'd sometimes chase, Her heart was always in the rightest place.