The fragile glass of life,
Shattered
Lost in the winds,
Even as we speak.
Snuffed out like a candle light,
Surrounding darkness
Crying out loud,
Whose is it?
Loved ones,
Or new born child?
Memories prevail,
Hope is not lost.
Life is continuous,
Hers somewhere else…
In memory of Robin, dear sister of Susan and friends of many, someone I would have loved to meet.

absolutely beautiful, Tien!
Comment by Shirl — November 29, 2005 @ 7:54 pm