BUTTERCUP PATCHES

I wonder? What would Sara say
If she read what I wrote?
I wonder what she would misspell
When she would leave her note?

I think she would give sound advice
She might suggest revision
And she would say – we go round once
She'd ponder my decision

To let you know I'm vulnerable
She might say I was weak
She might say I should tweak it twice
Before I chose to speak

I'm sure she'd say to live and love
And try not to look back
Remind me life is colorful
Not only white or black

I wonder what would Sara do
If she had hurt her man
I don't think she would orchestrate
Some textbook master plan

I think she just would look at me
And say 'It's just the fear
And life is better, when it's shared
So hold on to what is dear"

I wish I could hear Sara now,
It's two months since she died
It's two years since she said to me
You won't know until you've tried

To show this man – your heart and soul
And all you have inside
You're not the type to play it safe
You won't be satisfied

I wonder what her last words were
Or if she read my poem
I hope she knew she was my friend
The day Sara went home.

©Copyright February 18, 2006 by Robin Amy Bass