For the power within her can reach to the skies.
Always the most patient, most thoughtful, mother is she,
A role model to us all, not only her three.
She welcomed us into her life and her home
Where we picked through shared problems with a fine tooth comb.
Her hazel brown eyes are as kind as they’re shrewd
And we love how they twinkle to lighten the mood.
At the school gate, was where I met Amy Blake,
And our friendship solidified through knitting and cake.
We knitted and chatted though some of life's shocks,
She gave me her time; I gave her blue socks.
Not alone, were we, in our love of a sweet treat
And Cake Club was perfect for Amy and her friends to meet.
Her friends rallied too, in crafting her a cover –
A wool rich gesture of how much we love her.
And now we are nearing the final goodbye
A heart-breaking notion that brings more than tears to the eye.
She's chosen to depart from this world in a box
Our treasured gift Amy, our friend and our rock.
For bravery, love, courage and grace
See Amy now and forever, in our hearts, in her face.