Bittersweet
By penneduppoet
I see her still sitting silently, playing there. Shifting stones, smooth and round in amongst the silky sand, on which she sits. I see her soft, wind swept hair, tossed by breezes into warm salt air and suddenly I am saddened to have lost her...so soon. Nancy A. RussellThis is written for my friend who lost her daughter at the age of 8 because of a disease. Written October 6th, 2001 © on Oct 05 2001 11:51 PM PST 0 • 1
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"I see her still..."