IR CH Kimbleholme Magical Me

I think of her as resting, from the sorrows and the tears.
In a place of warmth and comfort,where there are no days and years.
I think how she must be wishing that we could see her today.
How nothing but our sadness can really pass away.
I think of her as living in my heart and those she touched,
for nothing is ever lost,
Because she was loved so much.