The first time that I noticed her
She walked into the square,
Her turban worn sartori'lly
To hide her loss of hair.
Her friends would turn and smile at her
And greet her at the bar,
As though she made their night complete,
They'd treat her like a star!
For Jane would love their company
And sparkle like a queen.
No staying in, alone, at home -
She'd crave the social scene.
Her life had not been kind to her
In matters of the heart.
She'd sought to find her joie de vivre
In France - a brand new start.
But cancer first would cut so deep,
She battled loss and pain.
Then ten years on, another bout
Would test her will again.
Jane's mantra was to seize the day,
She'd known this her life long.
Her friends, her art, her poetry -
All this would keep her strong.
But though with heart she rose anew,
Within herself, a foe,
Who'd strike her such a bitter blow,
Unleash a fatal flow.
And doctors would do all they could
To stem that massive bleed -
They gave her days with little hope,
Then switched off all life's feed.
And so, Dear Jane, a wish I make
Wherever you may be -
Your laughter will ring out with joy,
Your soul forever free!
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