Elizabeth Walker

Rookie - 20 Points (11/01/1985 / Winston Salem, North Carolina)

Deanna My Dear, You'Re Gone

Poem by Elizabeth Walker

So accidental that once alive then is dead,
You lie sweetly sleeping in your own bed.
Dreaming maybe, breathing just a hint,
You thought I was beautiful, in my eyes
you saw a glint.
Of hope, of life, of promise, of joy.
But you left us behind a girl and two boys.
Though your life was useful, the best was yet to come,
You left prematurely, we all cried, stunned,
We're now only four not the usual five
So accidental that you're now dead not alive.

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  • Sekharan PookkatSekharan Pookkat (12/21/2013 5:27:00 PM)

    Of hope, of life, of promise, of joy.- I liked the lines very much(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 12, 2004

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 13, 2005