Memories

She lighted a room when she entered
As her beauty brought comfort to hearts.
She was never greedy or self-centered,
But the beginning is not where this story starts.

Her life had to end, but her beauty will stay
As she left this world in a passionate swirl.
Her death left many in tears with little to say
As she will be forever missed in this world.

Her life had a purpose�too many do not.
She loved her life & she loved this place.
Her passion was known to be burning red hot�
Never was she seen without a smile on her face.

Everyone around her laughed & felt pleasure
As everyone around her were swept away.
Her grace has neither a description nor measure,
But her essence could warm the coldest day.

This poem is an original poem and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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