Suddenly, you was gone.
Some say, you were called home.
Heavenly bound to a better place.

One sweet angel earning her wings.
A choir is waiting for you to sing out loud.

You lived your life.
You done your thing.
And you must be respected for that.

Only, if you could see the smiles.
As friends, kins, and associates reflects back.
With a reflection of love.

Yes, down through the years.
We travel to your youth.
Seeing all the childrens you have raised.

Yes, in their reflection of love.
You can feel their sincerity.
Even if it from a spiritual connection.

Many have loved you.
Many have adore you.
And, now we must bid farewell to you.

Elizabeth B. Taylor 1/17/2013