RITA

I wonder what you’d look like now
I know we’d still be friends
The loss I felt all those years ago
Was held so deep within.
Fear and rage and anger lay
Inside this lonely child.
Emotions trickled out in ways
Interpreted as wild.
Now I grieve for your sweet soul.
I wish that you were here.
We’d walker together color blind
As in our tender years.

Janet Brice 12-7-1988
Happy birthday, Rita