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Her page of beautiful midi music is here. |
A lot this year, resurfaced...was
submerged and had been lost! So many paths, I couldn't face I've headed t'wards and crossed!
Three years--just looked the other way;
Alas! They're settled, so! I feel I'm finding them a home. Then, onward I can go.
The town I lost, is now again
I walked the roads in her hometown ![]() I just enjoyed the trip! The mem'ries of those strolls we took was all that I did grip!
I visited the sights we saw
the ocean on the shore of Maine,
I visited the oval where
we shared so very much. Each episode revisited... a blessed thing to touch!
Those scenes we jointly did observe;
they now inspire gratefulness!
The way it was, I did describe
But now, when time we shared, is sparked;
This switch Oh! what a blessed one!
It feels like I can walk again, ![]() and this, once more's been found! The blessing, I at last, can feel; where once, I just had frowned!
And lo! what was the key to this
This key di'nt seek, request or long.
She lives now only in our hearts!
Attaining peace and settledness,
There's one more spot, I'm seeking, though! I hope one of these fall days, her grave to visit, t'let her know, "Colette, I'll love you always!"
But there's one obstacle I face; |
David R. Varg (11-16-01) |
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note: Col's marker has been placed. It was one full year after her death before it was done. I wrote this a week before it happened. |
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