I grope for words befitting to convey
How much I've treasured every moment spent,
But friend, I cannot find the words to say
How much to me my knowing you has meant.
Shall sting of death erase me from your heart?
Will final journey snap the ties we've known?
Will heaven's flight demand we two must part,
Our friendship moldering beneath the stone?
Sweet Ann, how shall I cope without you near?
I need your smiles to help me through this pain.
Your gentle laughter always brought me cheer;
I weep to think I won't hear it again.
Oh, Ann, did suddenly you brush my hand,
And say in angel breath you understand?
Copyright © 1996 Ruth Gillis
published in the July 1996 issue of Poet's