She speaks gentle

With the small sad

In a way that softens

The ache they feel

She takes their grey

And warms it bright

Holding it close and tight

Within her furnace heart

As is her wondrous way

It’s an experienced embrace

Of one who knows such things

It’s a loving, caring instinct

That she so quietly brings

And I can see that she sings

Songs of comfort like lullabies

Sending grief away and to sleep

And dream new memories to keep.