Ethel Louise Trehern 12/14/21-5/15/20

My grandma passed away Friday night at 7pm. She prayed for me & thanked God for my gift of writing in her final prayer. The following morning I was asked to write something for her service. This is what I wrote that day… IMG_0448

Ethel Louise:

Those who knew her

called her Wese

 

A woman of great character

Missions had her heart

She witnessed to an alcoholic 

& gave a minister his start

 

She was thirteen at the time

& from there her faith just grew

She taught classes at the same church

where she played piano too

 

She raised a family filled with the love

of her Father up above

She prayed to Him from here on Earth

so that others may know their worth

 

Cooking was her hobby

She made recipes everyone knew

Sweet rolls with pink icing

had people lined up before she was through

 

Invited to the National Pillsbury Cook-off

in Washington D.C.

Her lemon supreme cake was chosen

& a brand new kitchen she received

 

Sharp as a tack ’til her last breath

She was able bodied & giving

She loved doing things for others

That made her life worth living

 

Her family was her pride & joy

Her heavenly Father the Head of House

She resides in His kingdom now

making up the years lost with her spouse

 

A commendable woman

for ninety-eight & a half years

Memories will be joyous

though at this time we shed tears

 

She leaves behind a legacy

Some massive shoes to fill

I hope when she looks down

That pride is what she feels

Memaw

I gave my mother a copy of the adoption poem I wrote & my Memaw asked for one as well. But, I decided to write her something more personal instead 🙂

Memaws are smart

Memaws are kind

Memaws are fun

I’m so glad I have mine

 

Memaws make vegetable soup

They fill it with okra

They relax at home

& watch shows like Oprah

 

Memaws make homemade fudge

& mix pecans in half

But they leave half plain

Because I don’t like that riffraff

 

They take care of puppies,

Bunnies & doves alike

They help raise baby animals

And ride skinny wheeled bikes

 

Memaws keep secrets

They keep mothers in line

They take lemons in their water

They grow citrus, but not limes

 

Memaws go with Papaws

Who pretends he’s Moss Back

He scares kids in the pool

When the sky outside is black

 

Memaws are moms extended

They make kids follow rules

But, they feed us cookie dough

& that is pretty splendid

 

Memaws lay on rafts

So they don’t get their hair wet

But kids flip them over

& they get a whoopin’ threat

 

Memaws don’t judge so much

They often take your side

But sometimes they disagree

& they do so with pride

 

Memaws are loving creatures

They go slow & take their time

They love coffee & naptime

& are teaching all the time