She Was

by Magaidh   Oct 18, 2007


She Was

She was like a butterfly, fluttering in the wind.
She was like a diamond, precious and rare.
She was like the crystal waters, mysterious and pure.
She was beautiful, like the sunset and sunrise.
She was like an angel, with a heavenly voice.
She was one of a kind, my mother.

©Melinda Crisp

R.I.P, mum.

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