My Pressed Flower Friend
In my book of memories,
there is a pressed Flower that fills a page,
With a gentle fragrance lingering still,
though it's faded now with age.
The way my Friend smiled and laughed,
The many ways she cared,
Are a legacy that she left behind
In stories I love to share.
So remember the hearts who've touched
your life,
It's what we each are here for.
A pressed Flower gently reminds us
To love and treasure our friendships more.
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I love you Diane. Your Fragrance still lingers.
4 comments:
Oh what a sweet post. I lost my own bff to cancer too - 8 years ago. She fought that disease for 6 years. She never made it to 40, and left two young daughters behind.....
I am praying for both their souls.
Loved this poem, it's perfect.
Hugs of comfort to you today.
Love the poem! It touch and inspired me to remember and cherish friedships!
I'm very sorry for your loss. That's my name...so it makes me sad, too!
What a beautiful tribute to your friend and a lovely poem. Blessings.
Cynthia
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