And Lastly, Divine.
Through the curtain of her hair I was offered a glimpse of her shinning youth- a time when her beauty was bolder. Now, her aging body holds her hostage, but her heart still beats faintly for a past that only thrives in the dim caverns of her mind.
She is gray, but her subtle grace- the silver lining that coats awkward movements manifested by a pain that resonates deep within the marrow of her existence, and reflects a liveliness that dances beneath the sunlight of her memory.
She is a mother who has cocooned her youth, and her spirit inside a withering body. She will leave it soon, and us. She will break free from the restraints of mortality, and she will become the dust that encompasses the spectrum stars that give us hope. She will shine brighter, and more intensely then this mortal life would have ever allowed.
She will become more than her most commendable achievements, but her influences on this fragile lifetime will not be forgotten, as her influence will forever touch our hearts with its gentle hand, and we will smile at the warmth we feel during our darkest moments, for at those moments when we are most alone, and the air is so still and quite, that is when we will hear the whispers of her wisdom, and feel the warmth of her light penetrating our skin from the heavens above.
