Folds of Red dance in her eyes,
Biting her lip trying not to cry..
Hes gone forever,
Raced through her mind as she looked out the window,
In this moment in time..
Brushing wet strands of hair that fell in her face,
more memories rushed back to her with haste..
These did not make her cry,
but made her laugh.
He was a great man, funny,
With a bright heart,
Never to Near or Far Apart...
Memories will pass and go,
But his memory will never fade,
It is to great to loose or remake..... |
