I wrote this poem for my dear friend, Mary... who died June 6th....I gave her this poem a few months before she died....
A girl lives beneath your silver hair
She shines out through your eyes
I hear her in your laughter
I know her from your sighs.
A girl stays inside your tired frame
She stands so straight and tall
Her feet still skip to music
And seldom stop at all.
A girl waits within your gifted heart
She stops to taste the rain
She senses deeply sorrows
She shares the joy and pain.
And oh, your hair may be all white
Your body worn and slow
But still you are not old at all
You're just a girl you know!