An Ode to Deborah Spitzfaden-Long
She'd enter a room as an angel
showering silence upoun us all.
Silly smiles etched onto our faces
Debbie told another joke,
filling the room with laughter.
That laughter, it was a good feeling.
It brought us all closer.
But now her laughter has died down
and each room is silent.
Our smiles have been chased off our faces,
leaving torn emotions in their places.
Gathered around in a room of broken smiles and sour tears,
One goes foward, then another and another.
Bow, Pray, Turn, Shake, Say your sorrows, now repeat.
They admire her freshly red lips and her golden wedding band,
as a small sparkle escapes it in the dim light.
They all say she was beautiful.
But their wrong.
That, That ther is a beautiful soul,
Whos vessal had crashed.
But unlike her motionless vessal,
her soul lives on, taking us all for a ride.
So to my cousin Debbie on her birthday,
board your vessal and enjoy every last ride.
That's my poem for my cousin Debbie, She died on July 22 2003 her birthday was on August 22.
My poem isnt very good, but it makes be feel better. So yea.