A Single Spotlight

A SINGLE SPOTLIGHT

 by Peter Lamberton

(in remembrance of Krista Weller Burns)

A smile so bright, it lit the night

A twinkle in the eye

A friendly word was always heard

For every passerby

How one so young could do so much

A marvel to behold

The makings of a well-lived life

In someone twice as old

The knowledge base – so broad, so deep

And gladly shared by she

No brag, just fact, no fancy act

In rapture, we would be

I’d never done a musical

And there I was, with you

In dance routines and other means

You really pulled me through

Despite all that, you asked me back

And why, I’ll never guess

To be a part of gala night

Of course, I answered “Yes”

The lines were learned for Friday’s scene

And songs for cabaret

The special warmth; the sheer delight

Is re-played every day

You pitched right in; you played to win

And never got annoyed

With costumes, lights; with props; with sound

But now, alas, a void

It’s intermission now, my dear

Then places for Act Two

Where those of us still left behind

Ask “What would Krista do?”

We know an angel’s got our back

Whatever stage or show

The spirit’s there - the warmth, the light

An incandescent glow

So, darlin’, thanks for everything

Rest well, with no more pain

Until that final curtain call

Where all will meet again