Minette, Once I Had Been Blessed

Minette, once with your company
and love I was blessed,
sweetly smiling, still your face I see
even the book with flowers pressed

still reminds me
of how things between us had been,
about life’s frailty
and you were like an angel that I had seen

beyond all words beautiful and fair
with eyes the colour of a pure sky,
with blonde golden soft hair
and even while the years pass by,

even in death you remain ever young
and sometimes my feelings for you are still strong.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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