p o e t r y

45

 Her hands were as gentle as summer rain,

Her eyes were the seasons for she had seen it all change,

But much like an evergreen tree her heart loved each of us, even when those around her changed,

Her love remained the same

So as her eyes closed

and her life

Gently passed

A seedling was planted

 Somewhere deeper inside of our hearts

All my love

Rubes

xx