Belle
precious cargo
princess in making
those precise green eyes
the colors of fall
completed with poise
your presence remains
reminiscing on those mornings-
you'd follow me round-
without a sound-
no expectation-
but with the unconditional
limitation.
final breaths within my arms
silent suffocating
death sure appears cruel
Rest in peace Belle. 16 years old I love you.
Copyright © Sarah Casey | Year Posted 2014
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