Her name was Alice. Ali to everyone. Ali was a part of us all, whether
we liked it or not, whether we liked her or not. That’s the way it goes.
Whether we liked her or not depended on whether we knew her or not.
She spoke her mind. More than that, she said what was on her mind at any given moment. A fault? Who hasn’t faults. I personally loved and hated the woman at the same time. I’m sure I cursed her more than anyone I know.
You could curse her to her face.
She knew where it was coming from.
She was strong,
she was weak.
She was all of us wrapped up into a 5′ nothing package that warmed us one moment
and riled us the next.
She stood up for us all, as best she could. She was ready to do life to the limit!
Let’s curse the hell out of life!
Let’s just do it!
She knew what fighting was all about. She knew it early on in her life. She was a woman alone with children.
She was proud and
If you knew Ali, I need say no more.
If you ever met her,
I’m sure you’d remember the meeting.
If you never met her you missed someone very special on this planet.
She’s gone now,
But she’s still with the lucky one’s who knew her.