In gentle whispers of the breeze, Her laughter once would dapple light, She'd dance through years with subtle ease, Her glow turning the shadows bright. Now whispers tell of time that passed, Of eighty-two she should have seen, Yet ten full years since she was last A presence 'mongst what might have been. In countless memories she stays, A lighthouse on the misty shore, Her spirit lingers, guiding ways, Still missed, still cherished, evermore.