This is not the time to lament,

Or be melancholic or glum

Or with heavy hearts.

But the time to be mirthful and grateful.

That she is up there, at her eternal home

With God, the almighty.

She will always be cherished.

And sorely missed.

And forever etched in our hearts.

But there will come a time,

When we will be joyous once more.

When we meet again, in the heavens up above.