Kathy, you made the ordinary shine, Turned passing hours to laughter, rich and bright; Your kindness never waited for a sign— Your hands were open, and your heart was light. Now grief sits down where you once used to be, And silence holds the shape of all we miss. Yet sometimes laughter takes us by surprise, And, sister, you are near enough to kiss. You gave so much. We carry what you gave: A warmth no winter takes, no earth can claim. And when we meet the world with kinder hands, We speak, without a word, your lovely name.