Michael died. Farrah died.

Yet, it was Nancy Rose’s death

which left a deeper impression.

She loved

Jesus and family. She gave

kindness and forgiveness.

Her time here was spent

storing heavenly treasures.

She received no Oscars,

nor People’s Choice, no

glittering trophies of adoration.

Her legacy was the smiles

she brought her family,

her friends. Her infectious

humor and graceful poise.

Being human is never easy.

Our battles often leave blood’s

bitter taste in our mouths, tears

to our eyes. Yet, angels long

to experience the joys

by which we are touched

in this mortal realm.

*In honor of Nancy Rose, who made a difference and knew how to give. This poem was originally written in the summer of 2009 as part of a stream of thought as I reflected upon the events that had impacted me the most that summer. Nancy Rose was a grandmother to one of my students. She gave of her time to often come and visit with my children, to bring pets and became a grandmother to our entire class that year. She touched those children’s lives more than any celebrity ever could. Cancer may have beaten her body, but it could never erase the kindness she set into motion in this world.