too young to be taken away
they said she was dying
and so she was
and so she did
pass away amongst nondescript
fanfare
time passed
and so everyone else living
(or everything else living at that)
continued on with time
some continuing to live in the moment
and others not so much
every so often her name comes up
in casual conversation
perhaps at a coffee shop
or walking past third street windows
pondering and wagering how many angels
were required to sail her away
june two thousand seventeen
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fabulous
happy you think so, Bonnie – thank you
This one is really great!it certainly brought a tear to my eyes!
Thank you very much, Sofia.