Her energy exploded through the morning light And I wandered – did the sun wake her? Or, was it her who woke the sun? Her spirit, brisk and bouncing On wings of eagles She soared Alive It was only after I saw her weighed down by Old age – page after page of pain Burning through her rays Of robust enthusiasm That I felt stunned By her lively Life She left this world at the age of 89 And I was startled by her death Despite her age, her archaic Wistfulness, warming me With mystical breaths The loss was as Animated As her Soul Now she lives in heaven Where Jesus knows Her flaming fire Flamboyant And wild As her heart She was more than a daughter A sister, a mother A grandmother She was one Who knew How to Love