Tide
Some people view it as a loss,
others call it God's gain.
I believe she is going home,
to rejoice and be with her family again.
A beautiful seashell thriving in the sand,
is now going out with the tide.
Her parents are beckoning,
calling her home, their wishes she will abide.
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