And will continue to admire and enjoy
When we think of her as we will
Is how much she loved the real
Physical world of people and faces
Almost equally with the bodies of trees
Or the intimate geography of a shore-line
A particular cast of light in the sky
Which you hadn’t noticed
She had a hawk’s eye
For little things especially
Children and small carved objects
Turtles and pelicans and going
On adventures to find horses
Or the sheer joy of hitting a ball
She knew how to pay attention
To the moment when she found
Something important happening in you
Whether it was laughter or pain
How she loved to be busy but
Would watch tennis for hours on TV
How she stood for womanhood
In a manly way without shame
How she wanted everyone
To gather around a camp-fire
She was so happy to tend and sing
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