My mother’s funeral, was a joyous scene,
With music and tributes, it was a day serene.
Prayers were lifted, praises sung,
To God, whose grace her life had sprung

Poems were read, and glasses raised,
To mark her life, her love, her days.
Grief had no choice but to step aside,
As faith and love filled every tide.

Family and friends gathered around,
Hoping eternal peace she had found.
From near and far, they...