Be quiet for a moment.
My sister has but a few left
Here, with us.
Listen.
It's the song of her soul
About to fly free.
I went to my garden and
Gathered a small bouquet.
My garden where
We sat and laughed.
Tonight,
When stars light the heavens,
They will be one richer
For our loss,
Their gain.
Such love and light,
All our gathered spirits,
Attend her, hold her,
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