I was young when death surprised me.
I never felt such a combination of anger and depression.
The smell of smoke was so strong
I could taste it on my tongue.
I have never seen someone so close to death
smile so brightly–with generosity and concern
for others still in her heart and full of love.
I will never forget her soft slowing voice,
that touched my ears with a sound like silk,
getting increasingly lower until the light
that shined so bright had finally
faded out like a battery with no charge.
Even when she’s gone, she stays in my heart,
and in my mind like a catchy tune I can never forget.
She remains forever a symbol of love.