Barbara Elaine Poem by Ronald Brissette

Lips that taste of candy cane.
So young to spun the bottle game
Summer hay rides with my flame.

On through school our love stayed the same.
Playing in the hay, moon lite window pane
A kiss in the dark was the aim.

Us sixteen and far from being tame
Our love was still strong; your images etch in my brain.

School now over to love and fame.
A ring for your finger; the telephone rang.
Your mother crying, my heart went still to hear your name.

She lies there so still; pneumonia was to blame.
Her eyes closed; her lips still taste of candy cane.
Two heart the same
Death did claim
Barbara Elaine