Simmering stew of love
Left unattended
She left in such a rush
That she forgot to tell:
When to straighten my skirt
And when done away with
-Put my smiles away in attic
[Originally inspired after a brief conversation with a very precious friend about her mother who died when she was 5; didn't know that in just six months it had to be re-dedicated to her when she died and left her 5 years daughter-forever; this is from her daughter]
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/re-dedicated/
