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StormieMae Welcomes You
MY SISTER BREEZE
She walks in the sand,
while holding my hand, never letting go.
She listens,
catching my tears
A gentle finger lifts my chin.
Cheer up Storm a better day is near.
Her Charming humor makes me smile.
Her heart is filled with gold.
She was to be my sister always,
I for surely know
Her soul breezes in and out our doorways,
they can't hold her, never could,
a gust and boosh she's gone.
She'll be back, won't be long
Just needs to get a way
Come back Dear Breeze we need you
And Poof...there'll she'll be!
For my sister Jean/2001
A poem by Kathleen “Stormiemae” Warzonek, Shoen
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Send E-Mail to: stormiemae4@cs.com
Copyright © 2007 Kathleen Warzonek Shoen. All Rights Reserved