If Lindsey Were Here

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Written and read aloud at Lindsey's funeral by her aunt and counsins

If Lindsey were here, she would certainly grin
Open her arms, and invite you all in
If Lindsey were here, she would be in such awe
To realize the fact she is such a big draw

If Lindsey were here, she would probably play
A song on guitar she had just heard that day
Or maybe she’d draw a portrait of you
Her talents were endless, as all of us knew

If Lindsey were here, “what up” she would say
And add a “muahh” to just make your day
If Lindsey were here, she might do a back flip
And land on the altar, a hand on her hip

If Lindsey were here, it would not take her long
To organize us in a game of pong
If Lindsey were here, she’d sing at the top of her voice
In “Bufonda the Honda”- her kind of Rolls Royce
I Lindsey were here, she’d be on the dance floor
Her moves were so smooth, you’d want to see more

If Lindsey were here, and mom and dad were away
The house would be rocking; she knew how to play
If Lindsey were here, vanilla chai lattes we’d sip
Cause “Slave to the Grind” was her regular trip

If Lindsey were here, she’d find humor in this
And soon have us laughing- the girl was sheer bliss
If Lindsey were here, it would be very clear
How much she loved us and held us so dear
If Lindsey were here, on her shoulder you’d cry
She’d be your support and help you get by

Please look around you, and feel all the love
And know that our Lindsey looks down from above
For Lindsey is here, and she never will leave
Despite all our sorrow and how we now grieve
Yes, Lindsey is here, unique in her ways
Lindsey is here for the rest of our days