Today would have been my BFF birthday. Diane lost her battle with cancer 20 years ago. But I still think of her and miss her. So in memory of Diane, I wanted to share this poem, written by Sherry Morris.
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.
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