Connie Marcum-Wong
Come, autumn breeze, in September
Sweep through our hearts so elegant
Like Connie, our sweet celebrant,
With sadness we will remember
Her warm and gentle touches still
Whispers of happiness until
She left us, a glowing ember
Burning so brightly in our hearts
Poems with rare beauty imparts.
Stirring souls like burning cinder
Becomes a muse to light our way
On this another autumn day.
On the Soup no finer member
Always there with a compliment
Kind words of praise she always lent.
Come, autumn breeze, in September
With sadness, we will remember
She left us, a glowing ember
Stirring souls like burning cinder
On the Soup no finer member.
Written September 23, 2022
Submitted to: "In Remembrance of Connie - Autumn Theme"
Sponsored by: Suzanne Delaney
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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