120 E. 49th, Nyc
Julie, after your passing
snow fell on Manhattan.
You were not there to share
flakes falling fast. silencing
the streets, slowing pedestrians
on perilous sidewalks, but I,
sweet sister Not-of-my-blood,
sister of my soul, I was
there for you in the city
of our hearts.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2008
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