The world has lost a tuneless melody
the whisper on the wind
the bird who flies without sight
because she’s guided from within.
The world has lost a pen-less poet
who wrote with the sound of her voice
painting pain with the brush stroke of her vocal chords
imprinting wisdom between each line
of each page
of each book.
Her words will live on
stamped in our hearts
as her spirit rests
at peace.
The caged bird is no longer imprisoned
the caged bird is finally free.
1928-2014
I love watching the little girl in you develop into a beautiful, flourishing dynamic young woman. Your creative spirit is boundless. It is a gift, a talent, a true blessing from God. I am so delighted to be alive to watch YOU take wings and soar. Excelsior! Go for it.