Lilyann Monahan

(2-10-68 / Miami)

Adores


I am trying hard to understand,
I hope I have this right.
You want to be a distant friend,
and not a couple day and night.
You like the way your life is going,
probably golf and all things fun,
you may even have someone special,
which makes for a brighter sun.
I'm so happy that you're smiling,
every day, like you deserve,
I will admit the information
threw me for a curve.
But when I think how much I love you,
and truly always will,
that means I want the best for you,
as in a daffodil.
Smile plenty, and a lot of golf,
kiss those beautiful kids of yours.
You have a lot of life left,
remember you had one who adores.

Submitted: Saturday, October 12, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013
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