The passing of someone dear, my aunt of ninety plus years, is all at once a sadness and a celebration. Her Light Still Shines, a simple haiku poem, attempts to honor her unique qualities; she was and will always be very special to me, as she was to all that knew her.
the sunken under the ripples eight words of your haiku still vibrate in the same continuation.... your full name totals 17 to be styled 'a fair lady of light verse.' Cheers
Diana...
Ron