Her memories cherished.
Her rocks on hold,and her
soul in waiting.
Her body itself is gone,buried
underneath the rich soil.
Her memories still fresh in our
minds,which we play over and
over again in our heads.

She was a friend when needed,
and a pillow which was heated.
She comforted you when lonely.
She gaurded our home and protected
our family.

Although she is dead, does not mean
she is gone.
I feel she is still here, only invisible.
I can only wait now, until we're
together again.
When the day comes, I hope she is
waiting there for me.
 

**Rest Well Our Juniper Pearl**
 
 
 

poem written by.........Lynzie Donnelly
 

music by.........Micheal Jackson

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