So still, so small, so dear, so weak; So few the days her heart did beat. So hard, so sad to say good-bye; (I did not speak those words or try) But in my soul a woe upfilled; An ache around my heart bechilled. With no other choice but to Continue on, and pass this through To learn that while it’s true that grief Is a cheerless, unkind thief, To not have had the chance to lose And let my feeble soul be bruised Would be worse than having known One who had been here by loan.
Written in Memory of Valerie - March 30, 2020 - April 20, 2020