In loving memory of Gladys Elizabeth Little

A silent twilight falls...
It seems the whole world mourns
as I mourn...
What has happened?
The light is gone from sparkling eyes.
Color will no longer fill these ashen cheeks.
The voice will no longer read me poetry,
or call me her "golden girl".
And the hands will no longer stroke my hair.
My heart aches for her,
for her kindness,
for her gentleness,
for the life that colored my existence.
Though I know it's better this way...
Sometimes just knowing that helps...sometimes.

3-19-97

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