Six years have since ensued
And yet, the right words...
Persist to elude.

It' a grim day-
hard to fit the mood.
And if I wasn't slim paid,
Her name I'd get tattooed.

I know its hard not to cry,
Or keep emotions subdued.
I swear I dab my eye,
Whenever I think of Her food.  

But I know the dead can view-
The dead can see
That through you,
Is lived their legacy.

Together again you'll be-
Inevitably.