Poem for teenager dies of cancer age 15
She made us all believe
in the Might
she cared not for herself
but in Being
The wind was like a tornado
in her tunnel
as she travelled down
with wings of Light.
Look up! She saw Creator
adapting and changing hues
to suit the moods
and moves.
On dainty footsteps, quiet and untrammelled
she passed through
touching and blessing
as angels do
till her Call
came
out.