You have been the perfect pastel
coloring my life with Michelangelo
powdered clouds while lightning
bolts throw down through the
atmosphere onto my placemat
and sun resigns behind the shy hill
with a heart that never seems to last~
always there to ease my course spine
of limestone through their growing
pains even as your soul blows
through the green grasses that yield to distance
You're able to read my mind and
wake my thoughts from slumber with
your words by holding them in your hand
and blending them into friends
A new adventure is about to begin
Your portrait becoming larger
and larger to the ones that must
truly benefit from your existence
and I want you to know that
I will never forget what a rare
gift you have been to me

Written by Sara Fielder © July 2015