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A ribbon of blue

floats through the air,

it reminded me of you

it once held back your hair.



The sun shimmered

through your blond hair,

of what I remember

you didn't have a care.



Time flies by

without you here,

I sit and cry

I wish for you to be near.



I want to hold you

in my arms again,

your heart was pure and true

you were my daughter, my friend.



I grab the ribbon of blue

and clench it tight,

it reminds me of you

whilst I cry through the night.



Copyright Cynthia Jones

Sept.15/2004