Decree's Poem by Cee Bea

I thought you were still there
in the oceans, in the air
twas neither firm nor fair
me...finding I still care

I had to let you go
to flourish and to grow
did you…I don't know
someday the answer sown

Just like this stupid poem
these words ramble as they roam
see, you were the rarest stone
as rare as any I have known

So still- I sing of thee
in loves own symphony
hoping (maybe) you believe
these words and my decree