Kathy
I miss the glint of mischief in your eyes.
The jokes just bubbled there beneath your skin,
Your wisdom and compassion in disguise.
You’d tease and boast and rub our errors in,
And out for blood when playing games to win.
But you’d be first to meet somebody’s need.
No one would dare accuse you of misdeed.
And we complain you left this earth too soon.
To keep you to ourselves would just be greed.
I’m sure you’re glad up there above the moon.
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