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A tribute poem for my late wife. Susan J, Schrebe (September 13, 1958-September 26, 2014) |
She is rocking my brain to this day Susan has the touch She is standing near me now She is leaning on my every pen stroke She is dancing in the room Her dress is swirling around her body She is kissing me as we twirl I hug her to me. She is twirling and spinning Her dress flying through the air A tango or a polka She is dancing them all Her body writhing with the music My chest beating out a rhythm Speaking without talking we dance. I entered this poem into a love poems challenge on another site. |