Tina
She skips in my mind shadows
with challenging energy,
her eyes a windy sea storm.
Her soft alabaster face
and life-exploding laughter,
always in my memory.
She whispers her darling dreams
and tales of a troubled life
to me in my thoughts and dreams.
Yet, her murder has devoured
part of all who knew her life
and her simple dream of love.
In memory of my sister
Copyright © Gary Jones | Year Posted 2007
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