Elegy about my Grandma

My Grandma's name was Carol,
She was a really awesome cook,
When I was young she'd pamper me
By reading me her books.
Her pancakes were really tasty,
I remember those really well,
They nearly always had blueberries
I loved them, she could tell.

But now my Grandma's gone,
And she's been gone for years,
Yet even though it's been so long
Memories are like tears.
While she was just one member,
Of my extended family,
She was just as important as the rest
And now she's gone daily.

It seems like there not much to do,
The past is set in stone.
But Grandma gave us all
The important things she'd known.
At the end of the day, what matters most,
Isn't money, fame or power.
What's most important, in life and death,
Is happiness like flowers.