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Saturday, May 9, 2020

Pressed Flower Friend

Today would have been my very BFF birthday.  Diane lost her battle with cancer 16 years ago.  But I still think of her and miss her.  So in memory of Diane, I wanted to share this poem, written by Sherry Morris.



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.

1 comment:

NanaNor's said...

Such a perfect poem and beautiful sentiment for your friend. Time eases the pain, but memories warm our heart forever.
Hugs,
Noreen