What i would remember

The days will always be brighter because she existed
The nights will always be darker because she's gone

She asked me once what I would remember
This and so much more
Her gown was parchment
She wore it like a skin that told her story by designs
Of vibrancy and vivid dreams
She welded her pen
With the mastery of a painter
Painting words of bold aspirations
Across the canvass we call life
A marvel maverick,
And lover of the written word.
She lived life thru God's grace
The master of her own elegantly devised universe.
As she continues to wards sweet eternity
Life a mere stopover.
Her memory will
Forever never be forgotten