Rest in peace Nan Caravan Trips to Cornwall Her loving husband Kennith She was always cooking shepards pie and corn beef sandwiches She was a school dinner lady Although she had replacement knee it wouldn’t stop her climbing stairs on her hands and knees to get up there to see the grandkids or our new houses Although she was strict and scary at times She was always on our side and always interested in what we are doing
Change poem background
### Rest in Peace
**R**ising early, she made kitchens her domain,
**E**very meal a masterpiece, simple yet grand.
**S**hepherd's pie and corned beef were her refrain,
**T**ireless as dinner lady's loving hand.
**I**n Cornwall's breeze, she'd smile, freed from the chase,
**N**an on caravan trips, heart never still.
**P**atience in her unwavering embrace,
**E**ven with a new knee, climbing the hill.
**A** strict love that terrified yet consoled,
**C**homping at life, with laughter and with pride,
**E**ver curious of our stories told.
**K**ennith by her side, a steadfast guide,
**E**ntering houses new, with hands and knees, she'd crawl,
**N**ever missed a chance to scale those stairs and see
**N**ew generations playing in the hall.
**I**n her watchful gaze, knowing she'll always be
**T**he shining star who truly loved us all.
**H**er spirit remains, a guiding light set free.