December 8th 2011
Cold wet soil of winter
Is now her bed, darkness
Eternal, wooden case embraces
The body now still, but she
Feels not the coldness of the earth
Her spirit flown, at peace we hope
As she seeks oneness with God
On this her first birthday away from us
We hope that it is so
And that we can look on death
As a rebirth, in the spirit form.
