Gearldine

She was a giver – giving More than material possessions, Although she gave many Things – her gifts, the ones That made my heart remember Were her flames of tenderness, The sweetness of the spirit She gave so many magic memories… She was a maker – a creator Crafting ideas and pleasant dreams, Inspirations that remind me… Her heart was on display in every Wish breathed, every kindness That reminds me of her sincerity, Her spirit, her light… She was a casualty – a victim Fatality, dying from the dependence Alcohol, a habit that wouldn’t Listen to her gentleness, her sensitivity The reasons that she had this need, The one that would silently feed off her Humanity, leaving her frail, sick Beyond words, beyond the doctor’s Urging her to quit the drinking Before her life was taken In the end, she listened Too late, she decided that quitting Would be to her advantage Too late, she would realize that her habit Had burned away her heart’s Enthusiasm, leaving her alone, Without the love that did more To silence her pain – than the bottle Ever could – too late, her fate… Passing beyond this world, to another Where I hope that she has found… The pleasure, that in this life, let her down She died because, in her heart She didn’t see the way beyond the bottle Where her pain was drowned Where her hope was extinguished And her light was dimmed to a darkness That wouldn’t let her see – this love Is the answer to every heart’s desire I don’t know what she can see from Heaven’s gates, but… I wish so much that Gearldine could see This love that she shared is a love That will continue to deepen life’s meaning for me