When I sift through
Old ruins crumbling
Sorrow: World lost something beautiful in you
Guilt: Did I do enough?
Pain: Where are you now?
Anger at the world, myself and God
That no one heard your tears
You were loved.
Infinite intelligent conversations
You rehearsing opera in stairways
You looking better in a dress
Than most girls at our high school
Your mischievous sense of humour
Your love of animals and gardening
Most of all your unconditional love
I miss you, my friend
But after tracking dominoes
Farewell until God calls me home.
(c) 2012 Amanda Wilson