She could act, I’ll tell you
I’d watched through her life
Every interest and role
These chameleon skills
She’d acquired.
How many times over the years
She’d change her diet
Reading, movies, and clothing
Always trying on new ideas.
And if you didn’t know her
You might not realize how much
She didn’t settle.
So many times
She felt she didn’t belong
But, I’ll tell you
How a vision, in heels
Is nothing like
Trying to put a tornado in a dress.
This wild creation of a woman,
She’d take you on adventures
Of chasing fireflies through the dark
Simply to see where they lead
All the while
Making them as she went along.
How she could call the crows
To watch her progress
This childish wonder
Was nothing but pure magic
The kind you pull from the roots
Of the earth.
You don’t bottle lightning, she’d laugh.
Her passionate heart
Was like trying to put a bush fire
In a business suit.
Don’t let that fool you
Her brilliance and wit
Belong in a different poem
I believe.
Today, the heat is out
But she’s always been one
To stock up on warm blankets.
The snow she’d asked for
Had finally arrived
Wrapped up in blankets
In the cold
With coffee in hand –
She smiled, eyes wide
Heart soft and kind
For the first time, in so long
She told me, “best day ever…”
And I can’t express
How much I love her.
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