The time to say goodbye is here,
our very last tomorrow.
But no amount of words I pen,
can dull our pains of sorrow.

when I heard that you left us here,
I hid my phone and cried,
my pillow, captured all my tears,
but inside, I felt I'd died.

One could not write nor words express,
mere words would not define -
my head was swirling emptiness,
yet you were on my mind.

Yet in this swirling emptiness,
your character shone through
and as our words may well attest,
we are blessed to have known you.

Your smile was like a work of art,
and made the rains feel warm,
while your hugs could warm the coldest heart
and quiet any storm.

You always took us places to which
we never thought we'd go.
For knowing you our lives are richer,
that we are sure we know.

Your car trips were, how should I say -
unique, to say the least?
It was hard at any time, on any day,
to find room for our feet.

But your car was an expression of,
the way you chose to live.
You were always moving, always on,
so that mess we shall forgive.

Every rose has thorns and such,
and yes - you had a few.
Your thorns were that you loved too much,
and thought more of us than you.

As a flower, you outshone them all
and all here would agree.
That Risa, Marisa, Mariarosa,
You are THE Rose of the sea.

What tomorrow brings, we'll never know,
but do well to take your aim.
To remember all the life you showed,
and look forward all the same.