If roses were red,
And violets were blue,
Then you would have lived,
And nothing askew,
But now that your gone,
And everything's gravy,
That one special gal,
Who still lives on,
However astray,
Will never forget,
The one who helped,
Construct a picture,
Of not a bleak world,
But of one that,
Sparkled.
When you smiled.
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Beautiful dedication and tribute to a mentor, well articulated and elegantly penned in good diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Ebba.