I honestly still don't feel as though I know enough about her to write a rhyme in her memory. If anything, it'd be very general; not dedicated to her in specific, but applicable at best. One of my favourite phrases, especially when used in my amateuristic poetry, is something I came up with in math back in highschool; "To die beloved is to crown a perfect life." I just never found something to go with it. How about...
MemoriesStand, tall.
Live, fall.
From birth 'till your doom,
memories, life's heirloom,
are gathered by those
whose lives you touch the most.
Life's full of grayscales, not just wrong and right.
You'll always grow stronger, if you stand and fight,
every time you fall down, without fear in your heart,
balancing laughs and tears, making living an art.
Before kicking the bucket, it's all uphill strife,
but dieing beloved, crowns every perfect life.
I don't know. It might be because of the expectations I have of myself because of the theme, but I feel as though I can do better. There's lots of small things I wanted to work into it like "... of falling again" after the "without fear in your heart..." bit, but maybe it's better off this way. Couldn't find any ways of implementing any 'explanations' without shifting the focus too much, if that makes sense. Leaving things open like this is exactly what I meant with the rhyme ending up very general, as expected before writing it... There's implicit things that don't stand out right away, like going uphill before reaching the crown, there's weird things like the four words up front which I didn't want to leave out. (Which, in itself, happens to be an implicit thing about birth and death.) I'm really not sure about this poem.