“I’ll miss my director”

The office quiets as she leaves her chair,  
A gentle closing of a door,  
She led with wisdom, steady care,  
Now silence ripples to the core.  

Her laughter lit the Monday gloom,  
Her vision built us dreams to chase,  
She drew bright sun into the room,  
And kindness rested in her face.  

She knew the art of listening deep,  
Of holding strong and letting go,  
Guided us gently up the steep  
But cheered our journeys down below.  

Memos signed with thoughtful ink,  
Coffee warmed for early starts,  
Time taken just to pause and think,  
Strategic minds with hopeful hearts.  

We’ll miss her morning, noon, and night—  
Her calm in storms, her joy in cheer,  
There’s grace in knowing when it’s right,  
But oh, how we will miss her here.  

So here’s to all the light she brought,  
To lessons learned and mountains passed—  
We’ll carry forward what she taught,  
Her legacy to hold and cast.

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