We Remember
The gentle soul that began
life dependent, soon fleet as
the wind, then blind and dependent
haunts our dreams and our waking
hours. Her small black form
shadows us just as she
accompanied us in life.
With her went twenty years
of our own lives and we
endure her loss for there is
no alternative, as we remember.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
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Poetry
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