Independant

She was Alive
With Grace,
A softness to her Face.
She was Sweet
A Delight
But could put up a fight.
She was Feisty
Never Rude,
Her humor slightly crude.
She was her Own
A leader.
She was a fighter
And would always be there if you need her.
She was strong
Sensitive
In a way you did not Understand
No hesitation with any demand.
She was petite
But stood out in a crowd
With different coloured hair.
She was always fair,
She was kind
And meant her word.
She could be counted on
And was always heard.
She was loving
With passion,
A fire deep within.
She was Beautiful,
Mentally,
Physically 
In everything.
The smallest things pleased her,
She didn't ask for much
She didn't need man to give 
A loving touch.
She was Independant
With no holding down.
She was a Queen,
She was a Boss,
She was a Girl,
Who was 
No Longer
Lost.