I hold a red-edged book to a stormy sky
I hold a red-edged book
then I let it fly...
fly red-edged book
soar, love, live
(little red-edged book has so much yet to give)
litle red-edged book cast aside, all alone
and there's nothing to be done,
can be done,
or undone
little red-edged book you are gone
you are gone
....
for R & N & M
with love
from a sad town
xxxxxx
....
Truly beautiful, Ronnie. My heart goes out to this grieving family. What a tragedy. x
ReplyDeletehard day in a small town
ReplyDeleteFor when words alone are never enough ...thank you Rhonda.
ReplyDeletebeautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteI was enjoying the beauty, the sense of freedom, flight and lift when I got to the end and realised there must be a story of great sadness. So sad. So tough, especially for a small town. Go gently...
ReplyDeleteagreeing with fiona.
ReplyDeleteI "saw" your FB entries last night...
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry for the tragedy; your flying/changing form book says it all.