It was the moment she burst with the joy of life
Like an orchid blushing rich skinned into petals.
That laugh of hers echoed the room
As if a church organ had piped in Metallica,
Full of power and reverence.
If the delight in her eyes diminished,
So would the clouds bash the sun into submission,
Obscuring the light at her request, but the delight remained. ‘
She kept living.