Departed
not forgotten
let the silence be
no word need be spoken-

love  --the everlasting thread
it can't eve be broken
that which is anchored
in the loving heart, can't be stolen-

not far, so intimately near
is that blessed, so sublime land
where no pain, fear or tear
ever exists-  the vista so grand

as to outlast every earthly splendour:
such poignancy does it graciously lend
the darkest cloud of time to dispel
and the sweetest hours to forever present

* I first wrote a poem after her when I was 18, in matriculation