Missing You Poem by Della Perry

Her beauty was outstanding
Although somewhat pale, white
Inside as well as outwardly.
She had an air of release about her
As though all her worries had washed away
In the foam of the tide.
Her skin was wrinkle free,
Clear, smooth, like new,
So relaxed, free?
It had been what she had wanted to do,
But had it made her happy?
Who knew?
She had been so beautiful
Inside and outwardly.
It was this world
Its' harshness, cruelty, ugliness
That had forced her hand
Forced her to dive into the abyss, the unknown.
For the angels, the good,
Find it hard sometimes
She could see no other way
And I miss her every day.