Janice's Poem
Janice has found a place,
faraway from sorrow,
pain doesn't exist
and she is at peace.
She was a wanderer,
always moving,
always returning
with love in her eyes,
longing for "Dave",
her soul mate !
Showing and giving love
with words and gestures,
not letting the sorrow
of life to show.
Even though the
needles and spoons
befriended her,
she loved
and was loved.
The angels have spoken
her name
and taken her away.
All is forgiven
and forgotten
in that place.
A place of everlasting
peace and love.
Copyright © Mark King | Year Posted 2006
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