In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, we remember Roberta.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring, we remember Roberta.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer, we remember Roberta.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn, we remember Roberta.
In the beginning of the year and when it ends, we remember Roberta.
When we are weary and in need of strength, we remember Roberta.
When we are lost and sick at heart, we remember Roberta.
When we have joys we yearn to share, we remember Roberta.
So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us, as we remember Roberta.