In Memory: Francine Wiley
You were like the crystal
That is cracked, but kept
On display in the hutch.
Or, the ring with a cavity,
Revered for the diamond
That dropped and was lost.
You were like a fountain
Where the weary sit and think,
Though it is dry from a drought.
Fierce, yet fragile,
Your life broke
Irreparably.
Despite your flaws,
Or because of them,
We held you close.
We simply love you still.
March 9th, 11th, 14th, 2014
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