Her pen as her voice

With fragile confidence she wrote

Her words chosen carefully, powerfully

She amazed us with that voice

And amazes us still

How we felt what she felt

Happiness, despair, pain, love

The entire human experience

packed into such a short life

She wanted to be loved and understood

And we fortunate ones, who loved and understood her


Oh yes, we remember and love

And she wanted to live on in her words

She does, through we who love her

Who were blessed by her love

And tell her story

To kindred spirits who would appreciate

A young woman, wise beyond her years

Who turned pain into beauty

While she was here

We remember her words

But most of all, her love



(for Anna)


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