The light from above falls differently now,
diffused by the mist of clouds on the ground.
The grief of a life cut short in its prime.
A ripple of loss through all left behind.

The comfort of hugs and words, all we have
to remember the joy that was brought to our lives.
The deeds that were done, the hearts that were touched,
and the strength of our love, why we miss her so much.

The spark in her eyes, the light of her smile,
the warmth of her hugs and the grace of her style.
Peals of laughter and sorrows of pain
Are lost to the world like tears in rain.

The person is gone but the memories remain.