This poem is dedicated to the memory of my friend, Becky, who just passed away on 4/12/2023. She suffered from schizophrenia. She will be dearly missed.
You were childlike, sensitive and sweet a colorful bird with clipped wings fragile as porcelain, loved arty things. You flew with your favorite butterflies made pretty cards that cheered your friends gave us love I thought would never end. You battled mightily within your mind were often lost inside your fantasies needed help to return to reality. You grew weaker with the passing years and looked to God to give you strength He was your hiding place, in Whom was faith. One day, you sensed your time was near you delved into your world one final time He took your hand, said “You are Mine” then you flew away to heaven’s skies. 4/26/2023
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