Here she hobbled slowly
With pain in every step,
And there she’s dancing gracefully
But I hurt, because she left.
Here her hands were wrinkled,
Her hair thinning and white,
And there her hands are soft again,
And her hair is dark as night.
Here she longed to see her sisters
There she’s holding them again
Now here we are the grieving ones,
Wishing we were there with them.