Never underestimate how things will ripple out. My dearest friend Karen's still continues to affect others in the most possible way. We celebrate & cherish what we had, still have. Another poet shared this with me this morning in her honoring Karen's memory...
For My Friend (In Memory of Karen Hurst: Friend to Jacquelyn Hughes Mooney)
By Dana L. Veach ©11
The creamy silk of lilies,
Gardenia’s spiced perfume
Are only pale reminders
Of the rareness of her bloom.
She gave through tears and laughter,
The vibrancy of life.
The world is darker, rougher now
Since she passed from my sight.
The air, how stale without her;
The light, how dim it’s grown.
My friend who shared a lifetime,
Before me, home has flown.
How can I share the wonder
Of knowing such a friend?
What she meant requires that self
and grief come to their end.
I’ll carry on in honor.
She’d want no less for me.
As fiercely as she filled my life,
Let me now live so free.
When she watches me from Heaven
May she cheer to watch me try,
With the strength she left, seize life-like her,
And milk its fullness dry.
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