When she lived among us,
I think even then we knew,
she was something special
a little more than me or you.
She couldn't hide her halo
the way she hid her wings,
though it didn't
circle round her head,
it showed by all the things
she did for other people,
in her kind and gentle way.
I guess it should be no surprise
on this earth, she couldn't stay.
As we mourn her passing,
from this earthly mortal realm
shed our tears of sadness
until with grief, we're overwhelmed,
take comfort in the knowledge
if you knew her you were blessed.
She's just gone home to Heaven
on the earth, she was a guest.
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