My Greatest Fear

Through mists of darkness, dread and fear,

That lonely cry? It’s me I hear.

The plague of memories so vivid and clear,

Of love unfeigned, undaunted… 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! What’s that, in me I feel?

Tis love… her love, it’s true , it’s real.

She has not left; I’m not alone,

Her warm embrace, we now are one. 

We love you Kim.

In Loving Memory of

Kimberly Anne Holloway