She worries, she cares, and she loves.
How can a life be so full
and still feel incomplete?
How can a piece of the past
be cherished in our memories
and still be relived?
Ahh, but the time has not come.
Moments press on and on.
Good moments, ones of peace and hope,
follow us in her wake.
To worry is to care.
To care, and to be cared for, is to love.
And to love is to inspire.
She worried, she cared, and she loved.