She wrote to me

of doubt & wonder...

Her voice was

passionate;

laced with thunder...

She wrote to me &

I rushed to her crushed heart...

For any much more

would she take break apart.

She was lost in velvet Winter

before the snow began to fall...

She - the December Lady

who brought solace to us all...

She who faced disaster

with each of Hell's & Heaven's trials...

She who seemed bright laughter

in the face of fierce denial...

She touches us all...

We must not let her fall

For we are the ones whom she reconciles -

If she is to recover...

She must know we love her...

She must return or remain Evening's exile.

We love you Laurie.

- For Laurie Prater -