I thought a world without you seemed incomplete.
But I listen as a swallow sings your hymn.
Your soul survives as a song so sweet.

Your heart was grand, your body petite.
You welcomed strangers as though they were your kin.
I thought a world without you seemed incomplete.

Your house remains prim, proper, and neat.
Your style lingers and seeps in
Your soul survives as a song so sweet.


The Gaelic Blessing still rests where you would sleep.
“…May the wind always be at your back” pushes me forward, away from sin.
I thought a world without you seemed incomplete.

There are days when I want to call and speak
To the grandmother who loved from deep within.
Your soul survives as a song so sweet.

As an Angel, I hope you guide me;
Lead me to the light that’s hidden.
I thought a world without you seemed incomplete.
Your soul survives as a song so sweet.