I did not hear her until she spoke.
One word, softly.
And what she gave to me, what she gave to me,
was her life.
More than example and not solely a gift
because she perfused me with her qualities, her aura,
the essence of her vitalness. She transformed. It was far more than illustration, than touch.
I grew into life, and then there was no limit to what could be done and understood.