How can it be her fire we’ll see no more,
In colors red and gold ablaze in life?
A bird in song, a trusted hand, adored,
A teacher, singer, friend, and Mother. Wife.
Her fiery passions warmed souls near to match;
Her wisdom never ceasing to amaze.
When questions came, ‘twas she who did dispatch,
With twinkle, smile, and nod to proven ways.
But now must I contend that she is gone;
So hard to reconcile her life with death.
When vibrancy abounds then she lives on,
In those who walked with her and shared her breath.
For in my ears her voice will e’er return;
For in my mind her fire will always burn.
In honor of my friend, Mary Kate (1961-2010)