Her eyes have opened to golden light,
Freed from her battles and sleepless nights.
Held in the arms of every whisper,
That is uttered from lips of Son, Lover and Sister.

With each cherished moment that we remember,
We slowly begin to re-ignite lost embers.
To give her back her smiles and laughter,
So we can remember her happy for ever after.

Lost to sight but not to mind,
Today we encapsulate all that made her shine.
Use these memories to rebuild all we love,
And hope our wishes reach her high above.

So I finish my poem with a simple plea,
That all that love her do not dwell in misery.
For she is not sad where she now stands,
She is walking in heavenly lands,
Guided by Father, Mother and Whisper.