In ballet flats and floral dresses
She floated through our lives
Near enough that we could touch her
But not earthbound enough
To ever really touch the ground
She was an angel of sorts

All dainty coffee cups
And roses and lovely smells
She lived in laughter
And the effervescent charm
Of all the soft and lovely little things

She never was encumbered
By the grimy, gritty, muck
That we tirelessly waded through
Or the snarling demons of the soul
That we all wrestled in the dark

Then one day, she drifted off,
In an elegant cloud of music and swirling pixie dust
And we all knew it was right and proper
For she belonged with the gods
This angel of sorts