She spoke of how color became brighter,
Every sound sharp and more clearly a part
Of its source, and that all life became lighter
As she learned that all sense was in the heart.
She said that character grows when we strive
For our best and apply all we’ve been taught.
She came to express freely a view that life
And memory have more in common than not.
Each conversation left farther behind
The bits of what I thought would be our past
The simple and the grand, all realigned
Around moments that came to be our last.
Last moments of life with memories now tied
To the stillness she bore the moment she died.