Paula’s Little Song for Kay Down at the library on a quiet afternoon, Mom would look up smiling when Kay walked in the room. Clicking at the keyboard, hunting down a name, Asking about cousins from 1908. She’d lean in close and whisper, “Now don’t tell a soul,” Then giggle like a schoolgirl who just broke every rule. That twinkle never faded, that smile stayed bright and true, Every visit left a little sparkle on Mom, and on me too. Short and sweet, like Kay herself, A laugh that rang like a silver bell. We’ll miss you at the computer, dear friend so dear, But every time we hear a giggle, We’ll know you’re still right here.
