Michelle Poem by alan pieterse

This poem is dedicated to a wonderful person, whose life was cut brutally short at the age of 19 by leukemia.



I remember how the sun

shone..

a bright halo dancing

encircling your head

of snow-white hair.

Was that a portent?

An omen?

I remember lying on

our towels,

eating peaches

and holding hands.

The waves,

a symphony of sound.

I remember how

the tide caught us

unaweres, , , and your laugh

as the water cascaded

down your face..

Too soon your life,

like footprints, washed away.

I still see your halo.