Remembrance of Karen
She dances to music
whether or not we can hear it.
Her smile proclaims the joy within;
it wells up and overflows into movement ~
DANCING!
Joy that will not be diminished;
like the sun
it warms the weary hearts around her.
Bright eyes match the bright colors she loves.
Her soul feasts on simple pleasures:
colorful magazines
a baby to cuddle
special friends
paper in her shoe.
Her heart will not contain her love—
it spills over onto anyone in her path
with hugs and smiles.
(the body, bent and bald, matters not)
Her beauty comes from within.
Ruth Hansen ~ March 2, 2007
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