When I first met her,

She was just a wee grll with a curl,

Dashing over the alps..

Flying thru the air from endless green meadow into brilliant blue sky …

Bowing to a fallen leaf…

She pounced.

Then as grown ups,

Well as much as either of ever would be,

We strolled in a city park…

Stopping to pee and ponder.

Today I  heard she crossed the rainbow bridge…

But I think she has been painting rainbows and bridges for us to follow all her life.

Step by step, we dance in the meadows of love.