There is naught that
can erase
Her smile that's
etched into my heart--
A smile that
brightly lit up her face.
Think of a lustrous
beam of light
That blissfully
penetrates
A pitch-black night
or darkest gloom--
That rapturously
radiates.
Such a beam was
Nancy's charm;
Such a beam was
Nancy's smile.
How I envy her
effortless laugh,
Her quick wit, her
perky style!
Three daughters left
behind
Inherited their
mother's charming
Traits: her wit, her
zest for life,
Her smile so radiant
and disarming.
More than once Nancy
faced
Close calls but
vanquished death.
While paying one more visit, the thief
Absconded with her
final breath.
I hope that when my
end draws near,
I can be as calm, as
brave.
I hope that I can
take with me
Her beautiful smile
to my grave.
-by Bob B (3-8-19)
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