Warm,
Loving, Joy,
Friendly and True.
Hiding her pain
And her fear.
Always there
In it's place
We remember it well,
Wishing she'd
Let us in on the truth.
In it's beauty it kept us
From reading her eyes
Where her torment and
Angst filled her soul.
How we wish to this day
We'd looked past and embraced
Opportunity wasted, our loss.
But the beauty remains
When we think of her now.
We will always remember
Her Smile.

Awake! arise! the hour is late!
Angels are knocking at thy door!
They are in haste and cannot wait,
And once departed come no more.

Awake! arise! the athlete’s arm
Loses its strength by too much rest;
The fallow land, the untilled farm
Produces only weeds at best.