Lois

A woman quite like her name.
Uncommon and unique in her own special way.
There was this child in her
that would never grow up
and Lois, you know, she did not mind at all.

She definitely was
a catwoman too
since cats surrounded her
wherever she went.
Moosey, Smokey, Taffy, Peaches, Genie
the feline parade was wellnigh endless.
Even her favourite jeans jacket
was studded with cats
so you could trace her effortlessly
in each and every crowd.

Just like her cats and her clothes
her house told a lot about herself
about her eye for detail
that led her to collecting
all sorts of Loisian things.

There was this magic world of miniatures
in bright and sparkling crystal.
There were piles and piles of jigsaws
of hundreds, then thousands and subsequently hundreds of thousands pieces
an intellectual addiction that grew by the years.

And there were beanies,
loads and loads of them
brightening up the guest room.
Or these teeny-weeny sandals,
petit pendants in all the colours of the rainbow.

Unlike most collectors
who clung to each and every of their treasures
Lois generously distributed hers
since e-Bay was invariably just inches away
and simply screaming for new explorations.

She was never much of a gourmet, my Lois
she loved lunches out for their snugness and ambience
and was quite happy with just a bite
fully consistent with her matter-of-factly motto:
'The food is a bonus'.

And playing bridge was not so much a matter
of winning, but rather a chance to team up with friends,
chatting and drinking lots of coke and the occasional Margarita
discussing Ally McBeal, Ed, exciting new software
and the unbearable lightness of being…

As for Halloween and Christmas: enchantment guaranteed, each year anew.
Fond of decorating, the Red Nosed Reindeer, and trick or treat she was!
Spending hours to find the perfect X-mas card, the ultimate tree,
the most entrancing lights, the tastiest cookie recipes,
the exemplary assortment of sweets.

Lois

She lost all her cats,
she lost her house, all her sweet souvenirs,
felt her health slowly slipping away
but she never lost her wit
her striking sense of humour.

My dear brave Lois
I wish you are somewhere now
where there is no suffering or sorrow
where all is safe and soft
where you can set your spirit free.

Farewell, my love
I miss you terribly.