God is chomping at the bit,
To take His precious angel home.
He wants her to make a spiritual exit,
To His wide open loving arms come.
She comes this close to leaving,
Then she makes a U-turn.
While God's mighty chest is heaving,
The anticipation causes His arms to burn.
'Sorry, Lord, not yet.' says she.
'My loved ones still need my love
To lean on, and to learn that love is the key.
Then and only then, will I let you take me above.'
God agrees, with a slight frown.
He will have her soon enough.
So for now, grandma remains in Ellsworth town,
Because she is one old lady that is tough!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem