Dearly Beloved by her children, who gather to pay their respects; they remember her as they clung together through frightful weather, always learning that Love can persevere ...
She was
Dearly Beloved by family and friends who saw her great worth, even as she grew frail; for they saw with Love’s eyes how Love’s vision transcends, how her heart never faltered, through cyclones and hail ...
She is
Dearly Beloved, well-loved, sadly missed ... and, while we mourn the lost days of a life too-soon ended, we also rejoice that her suffering is past ... she now lives in the Light, by kind Angels befriended.
And if
others were greater in fortune and fame, and if some had iron wills when life’s pathways grew dark ... still, since Love’s the great goal, we now reaffirm her claim to the highest of honors: a mother’s Heart.