Linda Remember her wit, her charm, her grace, Her peacefulness, her smiling face, Her calm compassionate, easy way, Her joy in greeting every day. Her shyness that was sweet and rare, Her sensitive and loving care. These are the things that we have left, They're in our warp they're in our weft. An essence that lives eternally In whispering winds, in leafy trees, This is a loss we need not fear She is not gone, she's always here