Bubbles of music floating into the atmosphere,
reminding me of Peggy when she was here singing
at the center.
Always so much fun and laughter, set in music
all her life, sharing her self-taught talent
with the world around her.
Warmth and caring, she is still hovering close
until the end of time.
(3: 15 p.m. - 11/18/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem