In the sweet bye and bye
Everyday entreat
Hourly mystique
Receive a gentle word
You heard last week
The call of song
Echoing through trees
Tiny drops of dew
Swaying on leaves
Neither force of nature
Or crowd to please
Could take away
The sweetness of being
Here in the present
Surrounded by good things
Inspired by the love
Of good friends
Like a butterfly sanctuary
Remembering how to keep
Love safe and free
Keeping her memory
With me

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