Recalling...the voicemail's...anguish
...A daunting message.....of such kind
That lingers on in pained reflection....
Residual imagery....plagues the mind
Softly sobbing words were spoken
....Trembling murmurs....displayed it all
'I've been diagnosed a terminal illness'
...Tormented still....its troubled call
A kind....and caring....soul...was she
Cruel the plight life sent her way
...As often happens with the goodly...
Seems...undeserving...ones...that stay
Compassion was her sacred mantra
....'Tis the eulogy I've heard many give
My friend succumbed at fifty-eight....
Desperately wanting...so much...to live
March 13th....her 70th...anniversary
....Celebrating...quietly...alone I'll pray
Live on she will in precious memory....
As long as breath shall come my way
Author's note:
Penned,6 March 2017 - Dedicated to: Mary Azevedo - 13 March 1947 - 2 June 2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem