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