She wears a dress of Springtime blue
Satin ribbons adorn her hair
All dressed up for the dawn-but her days near gone
Lost between regret and despair;
The blue of her eyes are as the sea
The blonde of her hair as the sun
The smile on her face-holds a bounty of grace
Too soon her time 'tis done;
I miss her now as i did back then
She was always more to me that my best friend
A shoulder that i cried upon many a day
Too soon, much too soon, came her end;
The Monster Cancer took her breath away
Leaving behind a husband and three sons
A joy beyond your most vivid imagination
For too soon her days were done;
Remembering her now as if but yesterday
Her laughter that healed all that was wrong
A gift from God-now at rest 'neath the sod
Too soon, much too soon - she was gone;
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Beautifully written grief and a special friendship. Have my condolences.