Omi was an amazing, loving grandmother; who always put her grandchildren first. Whenever she came to visit or look after us, she would always take us out to treat us, or buy us a little something. (even if we were slightly naughty at times). We loved her hugs and we would get super excited when we would find she was coming over. She used to make delicious meals (her chicken supreme was extraordinary), along with mouth-watering desserts. And she would always allow us to raid her snack cupboard whenever we were at her house. I loved her accent and the way she said certain things; like my name. But most of all we loved her, and we could not have asked for a better grandma.

Now I am going to read you a short poem.      

Omi

We had a wonderful Omi,

One who never grew old,

Her smile was made of sunshine,

And her heart was solid gold;

Her eyes were as bright as shining stars,

And on her cheeks fair roses you see.

We had a wonderful Omi,

And that's he way it will always be.

But take heed, because

She's still keeping an eye on all of us,

So let's make sure she likes what she sees.

We will miss her dreadfully.