The following poem was sent to me, by her life long girl
friend, about 3 months after her death. She stated to me,
"this is Daphyne", I agree, it describes her nature, and
character as well as any poem could. She is gone, after
a 9 1/2 year battle with cancer, but not forgotten.
Life must continue for those of us left behind. We pray
for God's will to be done in our lives, that we may be
reunited with her in Heaven.
"She was different, she was special,
unique in a thousand ways,
She was giving, she was loving,
and we'll miss her all our days...
...Her legacy was friendship,
she was so giving of her time,
Her bequest was her faith of God,
her children: her books of rhyme.
She knew sorrow in great measure,
and was stung by illness, too,
But neither could defeat her,
nothing her faith subdue...
...Of course, the Lord will welcome her,
with His angels magnifying
The beauty of that celestial place,
devoid of pain and crying.
And so instead of mourning
as we remember her this hour,
We really should be celebrating
the blooming of a flower.
For heav'n will be much richer
when she puts her pen to rhyme,
Describing golden avenues
with lyricalness sublime.
But forgive us, Lord, for pining,
for wishing she were here,
It's hard to give up someone
we have come to love so dear."
Because you see she was so different,
in a thousand ways,
we'll miss her all our days.