My beautiful friend
What's a life, in the grand scheme of being?
A number on a chart...
A slip to say who lived, who died...
No record there of broken hearts
No record of who cried
A life can be so much, so great!
A daughter, sister, friend,
Gifts of memories, good and bad
Never having to pretend
You were happy - when all you feel is sad!
The worst thing is that life's fragile.
Too often its cut too short
Death steals the best
It was all my fault
I failed the test
I’m sorry my beautiful friend
I would gladly take your place
So all the hurt and pain would mend...
Just to see your face... again...
Alive... I’m sorry my beautiful Naomi...
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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