Linda Winchell (still working on it! / Chicago Illinois)
I went to the cemetery to visit my dear friend
She passed away some time ago.
I knelt to share some things with her
I thought she just had to know.
This was the first time I had visited her
and on her headstone were words carved deep.
'Glad to see you dropped on by to visit
Thank you for your heart print that you weep.'
I never knew she could ever feel this way
To have had someone place this message on her stone.
But she was the dearest of friend I ever had
And I always felt with her right at home.
As I left her grave side after sharing
The deepest of feelings from my heart.
I lmade sure to leave my heart print with her that day
And will take a new little piece of her's as I part.
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