She was an ember
glowing last
in a dying fire.
Bright in the ash
her heart warming my hands
her soul struggling to justify the slow death
of a burned out flame
its life flickering,
trying to keep alight
when its eyes are closing.
A thistle seed
a dandelion head blown in the wind
a passenger in this life.
She made the most of where she landed,
took root,
germinated
and created.
Tiny molecules of existence
in the big universe.
She is remembered.
She mattered, made matter
in body, mind and spirit
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