For Janey: Some of us are flames small flames trying to keep the fire alive We work, we eat, yes we survive but there are those who are more Spitfires, to be sure Hard hitters, hit the ground running types always ready to give it their best Day in and day out you my dear one, yes you, stood out As one a bit more polished than the rest if I am the coal than you the diamond If I am the spring trickling down than you were the river that surrounds A loud but beautiful noise with enthusiasm filling the void But where is your forthright tongue, my friend? Sadly, even swarms of fire can end ... An unexpected day An unwelcomed call No more running the race No more wind in your face I mourn you my sister With honor and grace ... Some fires should never be put out.