A peek at what I will look like,

Yet, her eyes are kindness soaking the air,

A history,
a belonging,
an awareness that cannot be taught.

She knows without asking,

She feels without touching.

She listens without hearing.

She reflects the earth,
the stillness of deep waters
the grace of a sunrise,

and the mark she left on her children,
will never be spoken,

there are no man-made words.
yet she passes without most of the world knowing such a remarkable person lived, laughed, loved and shared a force that could save it.