She filled our hearts
with sweet brown eyes.
Her soft head
white as a dove
a comfort to touch.
Her absence fills these
melancholy walls
like the stillness
of a black night
without stars.
We can not see her
face yet, in the birds
or the clouds
in our blue river of tears.
It is too soon
to think of her gone.
At least we know
her tender soul
and brave spirit...
...have heaven singing.
with sweet brown eyes.
Her soft head
white as a dove
a comfort to touch.
Her absence fills these
melancholy walls
like the stillness
of a black night
without stars.
We can not see her
face yet, in the birds
or the clouds
in our blue river of tears.
It is too soon
to think of her gone.
At least we know
her tender soul
and brave spirit...
...have heaven singing.
-Linda O'Neill
Thank you all so much for your support and kind words these past few days. You have helped us more than you know. xoxo














