We will always see her as the nurturer
coaxing blossom from promise;
Her presence flowing into our being
So that where we are she is, and we with her.
Surrounded by flowers she found renewal,
the meadow's thrall her magnetic north;
Enraptured she was by the lure of wildflowers
adorning her soul with serenity and fulfillment.
In her heart's garden grew many delights.
Hers was the light to which we turned
And which vitalized our own unfoldment.
We will always see her
Surrounded by flowers
In her heart's garden.