Give some ashes back to the shore
Of the oceans she loved so;
back to the sands she walked before
And to the tides that ebb and flow.
Give some back to the little towns
Where she was born and nourished
And those cities of renown
Where she grew up and flourished.
Give back some to the vaulting team
Who won a national championship;
Give some to mountain lake and stream
And days and nights of camping trips.
Give some back to that long gone time
Of promise and hope for love,
When it was sure that she would climb
More high and far than stars above.
But give nothing to her demons,
prescriptions, drugs, or faulty brain,
Or the living nightmare dreaming,
That filled her life with fear and pain.
None of us could correct her course
Marked by conflict, abuse and strife;
She left us sadness, not remorse,
So Give back. Give her back again
To her best self, the girl she was
To the woman’s soul deep within
And give to her remembered love.