This is dedicated to a woman whom I loved and will always miss. I know now she has met her true love, and she needed that. She also needed a home to call her own and now she has that. I just want to take a minute to tell the world the type of woman she was, and I can not think of any better way to do it, besides through one of the many things she loved about me and that was my poetry.
Her name was Marla Price,
She loved all living things, but she did not like snakes or mice.
Her food was never bland, I can barley ever remember her eating rice.
She died on my birthday, November 19.
I will always remember that day in 2008,
I may even have to take the time to talk about it with my mate,
I can swear my fate has improved since then,
Although I still have no time for men, besides one named God,
But that is because she taught me most of what I know about him, and now I fear his rod.
Her favorite animal was a frog,
Although she showed love for any dog,
She hated driving in bad weather, I do not know about fog.
She loved and believed in God and heaven,
So now I know she will be there always, even when she turns 777.
I experienced my first close death when I was not even eleven,
And no other would have hit me as hard as hers,
I loved her from the beginning and saw past those flaws,
Everyone has them, but too many others judged hers as dangerous claws.
She had just gotten over depression, not even three years ago,
I loved her and this I hope she did know.
When I first met her, my mother did not accept her,
But I know for sure they forgave each other at the end.
They were friends, and for once I was not ditched.
She loved me and in the I feel I grew rich,
She listened no matter what I said,
even though she may not have agreed,
She even got me to overcome my fear of big dogs,
after having to get stitched.
She was the best aunt I could have asked for,
I know I only knew her a year, and nor was she truly family,
But we loved each other that way,
And I think if she were alive she would agree when I say,
“We both showed it in every way.”
May God be with her soul,
And may he forgive those who saw her as a foe,
I know I will see her again,
But until then, I will love and miss her daily.
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