Posted by Carole Khoury on July 29, 2001 at 16:54:27:
Are we really to bid adieu to one so close, so dear, so fair, so young?! I thought I heard the owl moan in the dark of night. "She is dead". I heard it again and again. I asked myself, 'how can that be?' as I lay in the gentle stillness of the summer night. 'But roses die', I sighed 'and she was the fairest summer rose'. Memories raced through my head as tears streamed down my cheeks.I felt if I stretched my arm a little further, I could touch her .. I tried in vain to console my breaking heart. The world she leaves behind seems dull and grey.
She is at rest now and we must mourn. She is at rest now, and may she rest in peace.
Tread lightly, she is near,
Speak gently she can hear
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