by Mary Ellen Johnson
How can I describe her beauty?
It came from within, a life well lived
Travel and adventures swelled within
A body that failed her when the spirit dimmed
The keen mind, the determination could not prevail
As the husband, daughter, mother, fathers, colleagues
Despaired in the few days that remained,
She said her goodbyes with the strength she had left.
We couldn’t believe the young life was gone
We mourned, picked up the pieces, and so life went on
In our hearts we knew our lives would never be the same
But we had to go on and make our lives count
Else hers was wasted and her example lost
Dry the tears, forget not sweet memories of the great person she became
And hug her young daughter as she grows into her mother’s dreams.