She

She had that strange look
That gleam in her eye
That peculiar glassy stare
She recited nursery rhymes
And lost all track of time
And that is how we knew
That she was on a journey
To a bizarre foreign land
A place we could not go
And though I think she knew
That she was far from us
In some other distant place
She put her small hand up
To stroke each smiling face
And with a sacred gesture
Grant us her special grace
And her blessing can still
Be felt at certain moments
She can still cast her shadow
To eliminate the gloom
And then, when she does that
If you listen, you will hear
Like a thousand tinkling bells
Her laughter in the room