You have a quiet way about you, Brooke

That inspires, explains, respects

You handled fledglings differently

But always did connect

For those of us who started

A route we did not know

The intricacies of literacy

You selflessly would show

And now we sit in silence

The news so hard to take

You’re here no longer listening

And we need you to awake

You represent so many

Age can make us disappear

But I for one must urge you

Come back to us… you hear?