Im late, Im late for a very important date with all my friends. Tonight I thought I would just put up a poem that I wrote for my sister, Betty, who left us right about this time 14 years ago. Betty loved to dance and was a wonderful ballroom dancer with the best rhythm ever. She was so limber that she could do complete back bends at 65. This is a memorial poem I wrote after her passing. Memorial I saw her face flowing in the wind. She waved goodbye as she danced across a sunlit sky. I never thought she would die. Her beauty still surrounds me in the gentle breeze echoing through the forest among the stately trees. Over the verdant meadows, along the silver streams, flocks of pure white swan rise with the pale moon beams. And I think I see her flying with the new found wings feathering softly as she sings music made only in dreams. I saw her face flowing in the wind. She waved goodbye as she danced across a sunlit sky, I never thought she would die. Lorena M Johnson ©2000
Posted on: Tue, 22 Apr 2014 00:44:20 +0000
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