Marla my Sister, I found this poem befitting of your essence. Beauty She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad no, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. F. Scott Fitzgerald Con Mucho Amor Debby {I know your 11 months older than me }