Laughs heard through
translucent sheets of memorandum,
Smiles seen through
Hearts hurt from
but not yet lost in sorrow.
I hold a candle high
for a woman who could have outshone it.
I hold it higher
in her memory.
A flag flies at half mast,
A tear slides down a moistened cheek
and we clutch our chests
as the ascension of one more angel
pulls at our heartstrings.
We will always remember Jesi: a lover, a dork, a wife, an inspiration and a writer to the end.