It seems whenever I look to the skies—be it a starry night or        vibrant gold rays—I think of you.
Always such a beautifully content soul, you were—like a blade        of grass you kept dancing along, no matter which way the        wind blew.
I remember watching you cavort and frolic about, to a tune            only you could hear, proclaiming wondrous things to the          world as if there weren’t a care within it.

No one really understands just how much I miss you.
I know you’re out there somewhere, but I also know you’re            gone.
So I send my words to the sky, in hopes that they find you            well,
Until the day I can tell you myself.

And for the times I needed a hand yours was there: reaching          down, crystal clear, from the pure Golden Gates, as if God Himself had sent your succor in my time of distress.
Your warm caress, made soft by years of giving; mind, body,        and soul alike;
Yet a firm hand, just the same, made strong by an eternity of        suffering;
And yet still a guiding hand, nonetheless; a wave to wash us in      the right direction and a lamp to light our pathways.

I’ve watched you slowly fade away from me a strong woman,        not a single trace of fear in your eye;
Always remember how much I loved you then, now, and                forever.
I can’t quite seem to find you in all that’s been going on.
So I send my love to the clouds, to have and to hold,
Until the day you come back to me.