THEY ARE ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT MONA LISA'S SMILE. WHAT ABOUT THOSE ALL KNOWING EYES. I LOOKED INTHE MIRROR,THIS MORNING,STEERING DEEPLY AT YOUR STYLE. THERE IS SOMETHING WONDERFUL I SEE THERE; AS I LOOK INTO YOUR FACE--FULL OF COLORS OF THE RAINBOW, YOU CARRIED IN YOUR ARTIST CASE. I MOVE BACK THROUGH DECADES OF ENERGY AND MASS,AS I SEE YOU AT OUR SCHOOL GATES, READY TO TAKE US HOME,AT LAST. YOUR WARM HANDS IN THE WINTER, THAT LOOKED LIKE MOMMIES, GUIDED US ROAMLESSLY THROUGH THE PAST. I STILL CAN SEE YOUR DODDLES, SCRIBBLE SOME MAY SAY, YOU ARE A VISION OF LOVELINESS-A MANIFESTED BEAUTY RAY. WHEN THEY SAY I SOUND LIKE AUNT INA, AM I FLASHING THAT SPECIAL SMILE? A VERY SPECIAL GLANCE THAT SAID,''MISCIEFMAKER'',DON'T DO IT!AN EXPRESSION: A MIXTURE FROM HER ARTIST KIT. YOU SEEMED TO KNOW SOMETHING THAT NO ONE SEEMED TO KNOW; SECRET OF SECRETS ONLY ANGELS ARE AWARE. YOU TOOK CARE OF ALL THREE, MISCHIEF WE DID NOT DARE. I AM SO GLAD I CAN STILL SEE YOUR FACE ; MAKING YOUR VISAGE A CELEBRATION OF HARMONY AND GRACE.