For brief moments
Mere seconds in time.
By my years.
I don’t want to be a fleeting glance
Of fountain grass
Swaying in the wind
A memory in black and white
Of a day gone by
Of carousels
I served so well and complete
The need of me erases away
With powdered chalk on my outline
My epitaph will say
“So many lives she loved and stole
The hearts mended and tempers calmed
She took for herself not a bit of selfish love
home.”
--Diva
as published in "A Diva's Child" (Lulu Publishing)
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