She was never sweet, no shrinking violet,

But she was beautiful.

She was strong,

But without brutality, only humanity.

She was funny,

Not funny, ha ha … but funny infectious.

Could cause the giggles.

 

She was generous,

Always;

Even to the undeserving.

She was responsible,

Mainly for others, whenever in need.

No questions asked, just love delivered.

 

Most of all,

She was a woman you would want to encounter,

For each time you did,

Something memorable happened.

 

You noticed how love could be spread,

Not just in words, but in actions.

For she,
Talked with her heart,

Listened with her soul,

Acted in unselfish love.

 

And left a little in all of us.

 

The door is closed, but not locked,

Keeping the cold wind out,

But ever ready to welcome any traveler,

Who needs to come in from the cold.

 

And be greeted with food for body and soul.

A lonely Saltbox sits atop of the high ground,

Peaking out towards the path,

While brings family and friends to its door.

 

Meanwhile fires are stoked and food prepared in a kitchen stocked with food and love,

 

Ready for a time when walls will snuggle the occupants,

And smother them in love.