Robin Gass
Right as rain and true of heart
the first bird of the spring
this fine poet this gentle one
was made for finer things.
From rough beginnings to ends
from hardship to sorrow
her words sang out to all
her time only borrowed.
The needs of family must
come before her own need
to write, to sing, to be
before her own soul's creed.
We miss our song bird, Robin
we miss her words her heart
pray she'll come back to us
to Poetry where she started.
Poet: D. Guzzi
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