TheFeatheredSleep – A real friend
Natalie my friend.
Because you are you know. A real friend.
Though you lie beneath your roses now and I
feel as if I lie beneath them, with you.
For I am not as alive, once, twice, three times
as you ever were
you, who were beloved in life, you, who passed too soon, too well
into the light, beyond to your garden
where those who loved you and there were many
sat cross-legged waiting for you to tell a story
make us laugh, make us smile, radiate with your old world charm
for you were one of the last ones, the best generation
reminding me of my grandmother, those fine ladies of yester year
who did not have our mistakes and our errors, the Booming Boomers, befuddled Gen X kids, lost Millennial’s who
never quite learned, how to wake up early and brush their hair, until
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