Her heart was neither in the mathematics nor the sciences;
she didn’t need to know how things worked,
for it was enough that they did–
to experience the magic without knowing the tricks.
Her heart was in the histories and in the literature–
the truths and the untruths.
Her heart was in the languages,
in the communications that drew
people from one another.
But it was into the words she wrote–
words that bridged these three–
that she poured her heart.