LONG LIVE THE QUEEN Olive Ruth Mae Hall Campbell January 19, 1919 - August 27, 2006 She died on a Sunday The 27th of August So now ashes to ashes And dust to dust My Grandmother Ruth We loved her so A matriarch of sorts It was her time to go She had chocolate milk in the fridge And popsicles in the freezer Butter tarts on the countertop And Grandpa loved to tease her I know how to put cups away --upside down This is something I learned From having her around On her table always Were cucumbers in vinegar And often she would curse "Well, what the Hell fur?" And no one had better mess With her game of solitaire Fearing for our lives No one would dare The mother of our fathers The Queen of her throne When finally at peace She is not alone Grandma returns to Grandpa After nearly eleven years And also to her daughters So many joyful tears Bonnie, Susan and Helen They have their mother now This is what I believe For it's my only way how Leaving behind eight sons And grandchildren galore For there's too many to count And after that there's even more Brothers, sisters and in-laws Her nephews and her nieces Of her great family puzzle We all are the pieces To our Grandma Campbell The Queen of our Clan We bid you farewell As you leave for a new land Looking so very beautiful As God takes your hand I hope you'll enjoy yourself Wherever you'll be And here we'll be shouting "Long Live The Queen!!!" Written by Shawna Lee Campbell August 27th, 2006 Read by Krista Lynn Marie August 31st, 2006