My Hero Dressed in White

My hero dressed in white-

clothed in dignity yet hidden away,

with her there is always a certain Slant of Light-

what is not to love of her personality?

She had no time to hate (nor love,)

she taught us that the soul selects her own society-

With her wisdom was never destitute of.

She felt a funeral in her brain,

and death kindly stopped for her.

My admiration for her I cannot contain,

the lovely flower whisperer,

She taught me that hope is a thing with feathers,

and hope, she helped me regain.