REMEMBERING KAREN
We’re surrounded by memories of a little Miss:
Great big laugh; little butterfly kiss;
Non-stop chatter, like a bubbling brook;
The sparkle of eyes in a mischievous look;
Tripping down stairs, wearing Mommy’s new shoes;
Fountains of tears for such a small bruise;
Face alight, like a warm spring day;
Pranks from a payphone a few blocks away;
Changing from tomboy to beautiful teen;
No aspiring princess, she holds court like a queen;
Seventeen years rush too quickly past.
Time melts away, only memories last.
So again we replay them, as we reminisce:
Great big laugh; little butterfly kiss . . .
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