Michelle, in sorrow's gentle grace, I see the shadow cross your face; Your tears, like stars, the night adorn, Yet in your heart, a stronger dawn. For memories, like whispered light, Embrace the dark, hold back the night; They dwell forever, yours to keep, A solace in the times you weep. Though change, its hurried footfalls near, Brings waves that might stir dread or fear, It carves new paths where joy may tread, And blooms where once the past has fled. So hold the dear, old visions close, Their warmth, a balm the weary knows; Yet greet each morn with open eyes, For new horizons paint the skies. In change, dear Michelle, may you find, New memories to soothe the mind, And happiness, like rivers flow, To fill your heart and soul aglow.