~"That's just Sandy"~
"That's just Sandy"...
Is what they'd always say
Whenever she spoke her mind
Or wanted her own way
Whether cooking meals with love
Or baking sweet confections,
Sandy was a master in her own right
Of culinary perfection
She was a whirlwind with Windex
The cleanest home you'd ever see
What took many a folk 8 hours,
Took Sandy only three
She may have had her faults
But who doesn't from time to time
She made up for it, in many ways
For she was thoughtful and she was kind
Her friends, they were a plenty
That shared memories galore
With a scotch sour, or two
She'd cut a rug out on the floor
If ever she had an addiction
It was shopping, to say the least
No store ever went unturned
For the "Shopaholic of The East"
To most of you, "That's just Sandy"
But to someone else, she's even more
That someone would be "her Vinny",
Who will be waiting at Heaven's door...
~Lisa Marie Tropea~
I love you Momma Bear.. May you finally rest in peace with Pa.