Laura English, 48, mother of Kate, world travelled flight attendant to the wealthy, fine dining restauranteur, mentor and career builder for deserving people, friend, lover
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Upon the azure skies once she soared,
Where stars whispered dreams that endured,
Laura English, a beacon, a worldly flight,
Guided by the moon, kissed by morning light.
In airplane aisles and sunlit lands,
She wove hope with gentle, knowing hands.
For Kate, a mother's heart, steadfast and warm,
A shelter in every storm.
From the world's kitchens, tastes she spun,
A symphony of flavors, in harmony as one.
Fine dining she crafted, a feast for the soul,
Each meal a story, each dish a goal.
A mentor to many, firm yet kind,
She nurtured the dreams of those she'd find.
In life’s theatre, she played her role,
A giver of chances, a healer of soul.
To friends, a laughter that stitched the seams,
To lovers, a presence that danced in dreams.
Laura English, at life's bright embrace,
Leaves a legacy in every cherished place.