EMMA
A lovely blue sky day in early spring. Emma and I, so close, Her white hair glistening in the sunbeams. She was so calm and sweet, Sensitive to the soft breeze, Delighting in the sweet smells. We seemed the perfect pair, Walking happily in grace. But it did not last long. Too soon we parted ways. Yet still, in the early spring I often think of Emma. The horse I once rode In Prospect Park, Brooklyn.
thank you for sharing the poem. when I lost my first-born (after less than a week after his premature birth), my father wrote a musical composition, cherishing all the things they might have done together if....
it was very touching. I guess we all grapple with the mystey of life and death in our own way.
So beautiful! Thank you Alanna!!