Sweet 18, is on her way
As she climbs the stars to reach the sky
Sweet 18, oh, can’t you stay
For a little longer before you die
The good times we shared together
I shall never forget my dearest friend
As you wear your white dress of feather
You’ll soon fly and your soul will transcend
To the other side, across the valley of death
You shall wait for us, till our time is due
Till the very last breath, till our last mortal day
We shall always be remembering you
I will go back in time
Back where you will always be
In my memories, I shall live this crime
Of one strayed sister, that I will no more see
The candle that holds your spirit
Has now reached its end
As for mine, I shall never know
Where and when, we shall ever meet…
My friend…
Elie Abou Chaaya
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-loving-memory-of-a-friend/
