Wednesday, October 1, 2014

JoAnne

As I stumbled blindly down
my troubled path,
reaching for someone to trust,
your gentle, soft perfumed hand
held on to me.
Guiding me.

We shared laughter, emotions,
personal things.
Many years
you helped me survive
and more.
You taught me to enjoy.

I have learned of your recent passing,
I still want to share
If you could see me now,
somehow
I'd give you a holler
"Look at me, JoAnne,
See how far I've come."

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