Ode to Merckle

I watched her smooth pace glide by, as she helped a student through the hall.
       I recall her voice to mention a valid point.
             I noticed her emotionless countenance, and it seemed uneasy.
                    I thank her for all she did for me; how she filled in; how she worked; how she cared.
                         I pray for her mental health and to those who have done this to her,
                               May they receive their just reward.
             

                        Expect to be out in her honor, it is the least I can do.