You were too good.
You were too lonely,
Too lost, too loved
From a distance.
You knew heartache the way
A child knows her invisible friends
(Or her other secrets)
And you fought
Until it gently took you
In its arms
And danced with you --
Danced off the edge of the stage, --
A flash of satin,
Then
Silence.
i wish to my great, silent God
That you will be held,
Loved,
Healed
Where you have gone;
Because if you are not,
Then we have no recompense
For your absence,
No balm
For the wound
Opened by your final,
Muffled cry
For company.
--Mr. Gobley
4 comments:
I like the internet because it involves sharing from different worlds. My last thought, for example, would be to write a poem.
My honest thoughts? Spank your kids early. If they don't learn self control at an early age, it becomes harder and harder to beat sense into them.
Some may call it an illness, I say it can be cured with an early awareness of life and dominance. It might sound horrible, but the poem writing thing blows me away too. Too bad nobody loved this lady enough to help her, to know how life works. I read about this and can't believe you guys know her -- think the family will sue?
I'm speechless. What a terrible turn.
My best wishes to you, and to all her mourners.
I am so, so sorry.
May she find peace at last.
My condolences to you and all who loved her.
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