Moira

Moria was confident But not puffed up No one would have called her proud Or any other disparaging name We gravitated toward her quickly and easily Like ducks to ducklings or a lioness to her injured cub Moria’s listening heart was impossible to hide She was multi-colored, belonging to every race, every culture. She was pure in thought and deed. Preconceived notions did not pertain to her. She was an unknown entity Unsoiled and unspoiled. A woman who appealed to everyone Her heart was cellophane, open to all of us for the taking. Moria had the ability to relate to people In spite of their anger or sadness, and possibly because of it. She had an unbound capacity to love. We recognized it, and could not stay away.