June Poem by Rod Morris
June
Juneby Rod Morris
She's here but she's not, she's on a new plane.
Our memories I keep to help ease the pain.
She's my wife she's my life, mother of three,
Warren Dean, Cherie Jan and Paula Lee.
Love she created goes on without end,
A lover, a, mother a lifelong friend.
We now sit and talk, both holding warm hands,
Reliving stories of the trips that we'd planned.
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