To Elaine Who Has The Sniffles Poem by David McLansky

To Elaine Who Has The Sniffles

Rating: 5.0


Thy memory, thy sum of good,
Remains transfixed, as it should,
For kindness, laughter, doesn’t fade,
But lives hereafter, the sun arrayed;
For joyful was your gentle spirit,
So generous your every merit,
That what’s eclipsed by you forgot,
Is on our lips, a fix-ed spot;
Then gentle soul of sunlit nature,
We recall your every feature,
And though your memory may be blurred,
We preserve your every word.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Elaine Sept 11 December 2013

The sniffles, like my words are all dried up now... You are so good to me. xo

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