All good things are wild and free
Kindness drops from her like rain from a leaf
She loves and wants love for all
She gives and takes, but never more than she needs.
She could be sitting next to me, but then turn
And she is gone.
Whatever makes her happy
Do not stand in her way
She would never stand in yours,
As the months go by, if she has not returned
Try to remember her face,
Try to remember her voice
Remember her standing in the kitchen
Turning to you and smiling
Glad you had come.
Remember the things she said to you,
But like all wild things
You cannot hold them,
If you do, you kill them.