Gentle as fresh showers

That drizzled softly,

She walked the earth,

Delicately suffering,

Mute and deep in her affections.

She loved dearly and surely

Without the panoply and display.

Wishing to be remembered,

She gifted tokens and symbols

Of timeless values

Of affection and memory.

Though delicate as a sapling,

Her porcelain skin gleaming,

Quietly and steadfastly,

She trod her path

Filled with thistles and thorns,

Pebbles and boulders.

Angelic in demeanor,

Her mien in peace,

She endured like the earth;

When the trumpets sounded

And the last notes faded

She left us her gentle presence,

Always in loving memory

Of the caress of her hovering spirit.