That day

April 9, 2014

Her long yellow locks blew in the wind

The day oh so bright

she turned and gave me such a face

That day, That day

I won't forget her lingering arms

swaying in the wind

That day, That day

I shall not forget her face

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danielle.solomonApr 9, 2014

<p>This poem is a poem that reminds me of my great aunt, who had passed on, but I will always will the last day we spent together. </p>