A Final Birdie

Though her life has flown the course,

Her spirit lingers, soaring source.

Of love for family, friends held dear,

And greensward fields where laughter's clear.

No longer bound by earthly ties,

Her swing now paints the endless skies,

On fairways bathed in morning light,

She tees off, ready for the fight.

No longer strokes confined to score,

She plays where eagles play and soar,

Each shot a memory lovingly chased,

A smile upon her sunlit face.

Nine holes or eighteen, matters not,

The joy of play, her guiding plot,

With every swing, a whisper floats,

Of lessons learned, of love that notes.

Though tears may fall, and hearts may ache,

Her spirit dances, wide awake,

For she finds solace in the game,

Forever etched in love's sweet name.

So let the ball fly, white and true,

A final birdie, just for you,

She takes her leave, yet stays behind,

In loving hearts, forever twined.