Joan
I go to face book and with few friends she is still there
as she died early spring never to be erased
to me she was a mentor and I loved her
taking the time to read me at ninety three of age
she was fabulous and more surrounded with books
and so I joined the soup to fill the void
a box she sent me on a shelf I cherish
keep it alive with mementos and why not
and a beach never to be replaced
I probably have sand hidden in my sandals
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015
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