Children of a different age were they all
Scions of greater trees that no longer grow
But it made them no less daughters of today.
Tending fragile blooms in oft stony ground
By force of will was each flower made to grow
When your work was completed, you knew
That you had left nothing for yourself
And when we looked away, you left
Like you lived all your life...for others
So now lie at peace weightless as a cloud
No burden now for the angels to carry
And they come today and gather you up
To take you into your tomorrow
Where a thousand comforting hands
Reach out to your reborn, perfect form
Be at peace mothers, be always loved and wait
Among all the mothers transmuted now to angels
They all sit down together and watch us weeping
But they know this to will pass till at last we shall
Meet again in a summer meadow warmed by memory
And the love you tenderly grew shall be repaid in full