My Pressed Flower Friend
In my book of memories,
there is a pressed Flower that fills a page,
With a gentle fragrance lingering still,
though it's faded now with age.
The way my Friend smiled and laughed,
The many ways she cared,
Are a legacy that she left behind
In stories I love to share.
So remember the hearts who've touched
your life,
It's what we each are here for.
A pressed Flower gently reminds us
To love and treasure our friendships more.
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I love you Diane. Your Fragrance still lingers.
5 comments:
What a lovely tribute.
I hate cancer. So many gone ... so many battling.
That is beautiful. I will have to remember this poem.
I do not believe that our lives end, but they just take on another phase. I am sure that Diane feels your love and is delighted that you have remembered her in this lovely way.
Beautiful. I just lost a close friend to cancer and I will reprint this poem to go with her photo in my memory book.
what a lovely poem, so sad when we lose friends to this dreadful cancer, I have lost all 4 of my close friends to it how I miss them especially Joyce who lost her battle in 1992
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