One shows my pain, one washes it away.
The grey clouds are one with my breaking heart.
Shedding their pain
in tune with
is leaving me,
is easier to say than to live through.
Each slowing beat of her heart pierces me.
My second mom,
my best friend,
stay with me still.
I am, today, the woman she molded.
Touching so many, giving of herself.
Angel on earth,
soon to be
This is written in the poetic form of "Tetractys" The scheme is a syllable count of 1,2,3,4,10...then reverse the count 10,4,3,2,1 and so on