Never demanding what were her just desserts,
nor hurting anyone in the oft repeated stories
(of forlorn and lordly) she stored in her head for whenever
we bent an ear, she now falls silent.
My file is full on what she did, or said,
ready to grow larger than her modest life,
with a stifled stardom about to burgeon in legend:
some hedged garden to contemplate her story.
Deploring the constant neglect we’ve sadly inflicted
with mixed emotions in your all too lonely senescence,
I’ll invest such effort as I deem the task requires,
to inspire the world with what your heart contained.

Addressing thus my thoughts towards that end,
farewell to this my loyalest of friends.