DAVE
4-2-2013
Louise Annarino
Too often poems
fall out of my eyes
washed onto my cheeks
by tears of joy
or sorrow.
Joy to have known you
in shared sinew and bone
with a long history
carried in common DNA
and family name.
Sorrow at the loss
of a future of mutual
knowing,sharing,caring
for those whom we both
love……………always.
annarino writes 