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eighteen pictures
eighteen pictures
One picture for each year I
have grow capture forever.
Some pictures are good and other is bad.
There is one I want to get rid due it reminds me of
a friend I have lost.
The picture was taken before she died.
It makes me cry everytime
I see it.
It was 18 days before she got killed.
I was 18 years old when
it happened.
I wish I could have saved her.
It was a picture that hurts me to
look at it now.
She looks like an angel laid there
in the casket that is going home
too early.
18 years old you would have your
life ahead.
This picture I am looking at remind
me of you Mandy Conner.
I thought I could shake this picture in my head.
The picture in my hand wants to drop but I am
not going to let it go.
I want you here with me but I know you there smiling
down on me.
The picture of you and me will not let go.
Well my name is mike and this poem about me and her.
She was my gf until she got
killed.
-gene Conner
Feb. 25, 2003
A nice tribute to a friend.
No doubt painfully written.
I too lost a friend and have written of my loss.
I think it helps a lot.
Hold onto your memories. They will comfort you in time.
As long as you keep the memory in your heart, you will always have your freind.
Marica