I held her body in my arms
and wept my silent tears.
I’d lost a beautiful friend of mine,
a friend of many years.
She was a flower, and I was a flower
in our garden of rock and coal,
and we had the most gorgeous relationship,
I and my Ann Nichole.
But the Principal came and he took her away--
ripped the life out of her soul.
And then I was lost and would never be found
without my Ann Nichole.
Yet neither the angels in Heaven above
nor the demons down under the sea,
could ever, with even the greatest power,
take Ann Nichole from me.
And now, we’re together again at last,
with her cheeks and forehead cold.
But she’s still the loveliest flower of all:
my beautiful Ann Nichole.
YOU ARE READING
A Golden Afternoon: The Collected Poetry of the Late Matthew Packard
PoetryThis is simply a collection of previously unpublished (and unseen) poems written by my late Uncle Matthew. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed finding them.
