You Tought Me to Be Me
She sits there in sweet silence. Gazing at the stars. As he walks through her mind. All the times they've shared. A wonderland of magic. A dark hall of dispair. Together through it all. She looks at the yellow roses. His favorites. She rises leaving them there. Touching his name engraved. You let me be me. She whispers, A girl, a woman, if never a lady. Thank you Daddy. She walks away, Leaving him to slumber. Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 01:48 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 18 • 0 • 10
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"She sits there in sweet silence...."