Blowing June wind gently touches your cheek.
Her warm fingers bring joy to your sad soul.
The flowers are blooming, both strong and weak,
But June wind, bold and brave takes control.
The years pass on, June wind does not slow down,
And she stays strong, bringing everyone joy.
Light in her eyes stay bright as they look down
Upon you. Even as you grew into a young boy.
June wind is slower now, but not yet stopped.
The flowers still bloomed under her soft watch.
Her warmth would still fill you until you popped.
If you were happy she'd be up one notch.
The blowing June wind is gone now. But she,
Is with us forever, that's how it will be.
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June Wind
PoetryThis is a sonnet I wrote in memory of my great grandma who recently passed away. Her name was June, hence the title. My great grandma June lived to be 99 years old. Even though she began to slow down, her spirit never left her. A twinkle of joy was...
