Golden hair. Shining smile. This was Lisa’s given style. Twinkling eyes. Gentle face. This was Lisa’s easy grace. Chuckling laugh. Soothing gaze. This was Lisa’s winning ways. Sudden hugs and slow release. This was Lisa’s way to please. Sparkling mirage. Distant haze. Lisa’s image lingers, stays. Gone from here. Now at peace. This was Lisa, my sweet niece.