Eulogy for the lost incarnate of beauty

Her hair would intoxicates the air
she thinks before moving
where ever the sun is shining
she was there before it was arriving

Her style was homemade but exquisitely exotic
Talked with the care of being aware what’s in products
as beautiful as Texas bluebonnets
she could give a man the blues to write sonnets

God bless the goddess
odd flaws seem ridden of their usefulness
She would grow pods of pees
She would be willing to get hands dirty
before you could ask please

Her permaculture skills instilled many
with fruitful knowledge
preferred the outer city limits rather than next to the College
even had wooden shoes polished

A joker who never stopped smiling
belly dancing
the lost incarnate of beauty
was/is loved by many friends and family

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