August 2002 my loving neice was killed in a horrible accident
This being the anniverary this is a reissue of old pain.
At the funeral her children released yellow and blue balloons
I wrote:
To soar
To seek
Embrace the sky
Alas
No wings have I
Her walk so gentle
Yet aloft
Her voice so soft
A mere whisper in the night
No more beautiful
Woman I must say
Than she as beautiful
Coming towards
As the day she went her way
Seven years
And there is still a tear in my eye
I look at Angels floating by
And in a mothers heart she wonders why?