ANGEL WALKING HOME

Jaime lived her life like a punch line from a joke.
Didn't always get it, but I laughed when she spoke.
Jaime had her finger on the pulse of a better way.
Most vital sign was the smile on her face.
Ready, brother. Here's another angel walking home.

Jaime had the eye to size up situations
Like a pool shark around a table.
Tough configurations and
Dancing through illusions of impossible angles.
She'd focus on the straight line
Then she'd hold the tape.
Ready, brother. Here's another angel walking home.

Jaime's final dance is a horizontal stance.
She just read the signs.
There's no use to climb
When you live on heaven's edge.
Friends check out of life
Like it's a grand hotel.
Memories are postcards that say the trip went well.
Missed in all our travels, when the journey's through.
May we all reserve a room from Jaime's point of view.
Ready, brother. Here's another angel walking home.