Her favorite thing was moonbeams
And stars across the sky
But it was also Christmas lights
And homemade pumpkin pie
Wild, breathless laughter was
For sure her favorite thing,
But what could hold a candle to
The flowers in the spring?
The thing she loved the best, of course,
Was hugs from family
But nothing could be better than
A heart-strung melody
The crisp, clean air, the smell of books,
The colored leaves in fall
How could she ever choose just one
To love the most of all?

– s. Clark