April 6th 2006
Day 2.
Maybe not my best work, but I wrote it for some
one who past way. To young. (38)
Your......
Your eyes…always sparkling.
Your mouth…always a smile.
Your face…always happy.
Your body…always full of energy.
It didn’t workout to save your live,
your illness was to strong.
You are so beautiful,
you are so young.
So full of live…
now you are gone.
Beaded your illness the first time,
you felt oh so strong.
Lots of plans, full of live,
you said: ‘I am still young’.
My work, pleasure and a new love…
And now you’re gone.
My heart is crying.
but a part of your strength is still strong,
It rubbed off on me,
it will help me to be young.
I will remember you,
even now you’re gone.
©Rita. B. Fox
Friday, April 07, 2006
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Rita, your poetry is a heartbreaking but lovely gift of words to your friend. I guess everyone can identify with losing someone but not many can say it so well. Thank you for these thoughts. I like your butterflies very much too.
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