For Betty

Long were the days when I thought
I would not need a hand to hold
I tried and I tried to grow up
But then getting old comes too soon

Seasons grow cold, children get older
And lives can drift and fly away
Days passed by and years did fly
And your memory would fade away
You couldn’t remember my name
But you never forgot to love me
The sound of your laugh stills rings through the halls
And your smile never went away
But now time steals more than gives
And we can still take what’s left
and find something Beautiful through all the dark

You can be gone,
but you're not forgotten
because you will live in our smiles
and tears forever
In every picture and story, every fragment, every piece
you'll always stay beautiful
to me

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jwiener

This is a lovely, but sad poem about how things change, especially with your description of the seasons becoming colder. Wonderful imagery, and great writing! If you would like to discover all different types of poetry writing tips, check out the "resources" section and look at "poetry writing tips!"

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