M's Poetry
My Dear Friend
My Dear Friend
My dear friend
who died alone
some days I think of her
wondering why.....
oh how I miss her
she always gave such good advice
on rainy days I reflect
I feel the wind on my back
I tend to think it's her gentle ghost
why did her last words
have to be written on a note?
My dear friend
she was so giving and kind
never a day goes by
she is not far from my mind
I can still hear her laughter
and I can recall all our days
the time was so sweet back then
oh wasn't it....
because my dear friend
so brave...so fragile
so many different aspects
of her personality
but I loved them all
I treasure the last thing she gave me
sweet words written on a postcard
my dear friend
what's happening?
the days go by so fast sometimes
it's easy to lose track
and fall behind
but I remeber you
in the fields of my memories
in the smell of perfume
in the laughter of the room
in the resemblance of a stranger
I still see you it seems everywhere
love you forever
my dear friend....
2006@ Megan Watkins
My dear friend
who died alone
some days I think of her
wondering why.....
oh how I miss her
she always gave such good advice
on rainy days I reflect
I feel the wind on my back
I tend to think it's her gentle ghost
why did her last words
have to be written on a note?
My dear friend
she was so giving and kind
never a day goes by
she is not far from my mind
I can still hear her laughter
and I can recall all our days
the time was so sweet back then
oh wasn't it....
because my dear friend
so brave...so fragile
so many different aspects
of her personality
but I loved them all
I treasure the last thing she gave me
sweet words written on a postcard
my dear friend
what's happening?
the days go by so fast sometimes
it's easy to lose track
and fall behind
but I remeber you
in the fields of my memories
in the smell of perfume
in the laughter of the room
in the resemblance of a stranger
I still see you it seems everywhere
love you forever
my dear friend....
2006@ Megan Watkins
