I seen her beautiful smile a thousand times over, in blue skies, in purple nights, in howling winds blows in scary delight. Her beautiful smile always standing watch like a lighthouse calling sailors home, protecting us from the upcoming storm. Her beautiful smile blocked all that is wrong with this scene. No shadows dance here only her beautiful light.
It’s December gone are the blue skies and purple nights all that is left are the howling winds that still blows from a never ending storm. A storm we weren’t prepared for I give my life to see her beautiful smile again.
In loving memory of my mother Carolyn V. Wormely