Her hands were as gentle as summer rain,
Her eyes were the seasons for she had seen it all change,
But much like an evergreen tree her heart loved each of us, even when those around her changed,
Her love remained the same
So as her eyes closed
and her life
Gently passed
A seedling was planted
Somewhere deeper inside of our hearts
All my love
Rubes
xx
YOU ARE READING
p o e t r y
PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge