In Memory of Gene Wilder

How lucky I am,

To be born at the right time.

To be a small child,

Adoring Willy Wonka’s smile.

To be a young boy,

Seeing Young Frankenstein.

A character and charm,

Prevailed with my heart.

It was with his heart,

Gene crafted characters.

It was with his soul,

He made fiction into magic.

For magic becomes passion,

And passion prevails pain.

Arming us with his smile,

Unleashing our potential.

Eccentricity was his gift,

To think outside of the box.

His gift within my life,

Has led me to many solutions.

Unconfined to grey conformity,

My imagination soared on his wings,

And on the wings of possibility,

I help others to take flight.

So do not believe,

The rumors of his passing.

For the essential things,

Are only seen by the heart.

Carry forth his great smile,

In all the things that you are,

May the kindness in his eyes,

Live forever through our hearts.