My Greatest Fear
Through mists of darkness, dread and fear,
That lonely cry? Itís me I hear.
The plague of memories so vivid and clear,
Of love unfeigned, undauntedÖ sincere.
Quickly taken, as clouds so scud,
My fragrant rose, while yet a bud.
Life is not fair, my anger screams,
No solace moment, nor even dreams.
But wait! Whatís that, in me I feel?
Tis loveÖ her love, itís true , itís real.
She has not left; Iím not alone,
Her warm embrace, we now are one.
We love you Kim.
In Loving Memory of
Kimberly Anne Holloway