Christina A. Sharik

SHE…

Christina: August 2008I think too much.
I ramble when I speak.
I read and watch,
observe the people
of the street…

What will they
think of when I go?

She loved her son;
her family – her poetry, so.
She loved her animals.
She had a great laugh.
She was a good mom,
a sister, a niece –
a friend?
She was………………

Someone will say:
Oh, you know Chris…
that’s just the way “she was”…

A little too dramatic, sometimes…
but good at heart, you know.

But I wish there’d been one man,
who, alone at night, would think:

“I loved her so.”