(the goblin noticed that the poem itself was too big for the given space it was suppose to be posted in saying "...each line rhymes but it think it looks a mess here...")
Grandma you're so late and many years in passing
But the sea and sand's still there and all those people barsking.
I suppose there's nothing yesteryear about this boisterous sea,
Just you had to go on from here and leave our beach to me.
Yet today this Winter's tide that breaks upon our shore
marks your daughter's slide to where we were before.
To weather to the last I swear while she goes on ahead
A promise to ones past it seems towards one future dead.