Here and There

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.