As we sew the pieces
Of this quilt so fair
We think about our Sister
And why she left us here

Through our tears we'll laugh
About the silly things
And share our special stories
As our dear Squeak sings

Her humor was a joy
Our spirits she would lift
Her friendship was a treasure
A very special gift

The Garden may seem empty
And the days may seem long
But if you listen carefully
You can hear Squeak sing her song

She's in a place of beauty
And as her spirit soars
She'll keep watch over the Garden
And teach us to sing along.

~Cowabash~
 

 

 

     

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