I stare straight ahead,
the candle stands by,
the fire flickers gently,
tears fall, I start to cry.
I miss you dearly,
your spark has vanished,
your existence missed,
unofficially banished.
You were once our light,
the glow in the dark,
you remain close to our hearts,
you’ll forever leave your mark.
Although you were sick,
with that hopeless cure-less illness,
we knew you were a fighter,
helplessly sat in stillness.
The pain is so raw,
disbelief in our hearts,
I couldn’t be over so fast,
we’ve watched you weaken in parts.
Yes, I miss you very dearly. May you be zoche to have a highest place in shomayim, especially after all that you went through. We will miss you forever.