Sara Poem by Julia Davis

Sara



Sara. A work of art. Sara. A rose in a garden of weeds. Sara. A voice in a quiet world. Sara. An angel in a devil sky. Sara. My best friend.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is about my Grandmother Sara Louise Crabill who passed in December of 2011. Her spirit and memory will last forever.
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