She was little, but bright. Nothing could keep her down. She'd go outside and touch my soul. Little fingers running over ancient stone. Soft spoke voice singing my praise.
She was one of hundreds. Yet she touched my heart. It hurt to see her go. She'd left her mark. I'll never forget. The softness in her touch. The love in her voice. The fire in her eyes.
I'd cringe when she got picked on. She was so sweet. She'd hold her head high. Fire burning in her eyes. Planting her feet I'd give her strength. She'd claim the seat as hers.
With sadness no Mardi Gras could erase. I watched her go. I knew I left my mark as she left hers. Years will pass she'll grow. But she'll always remember her life with me, the N.O.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 5:06 pm
Just a bit of background on this one. I moved to New Orleans ( the N.O ) for a year when i was younger. I then moved back to my other house after. But i've always missed it. And I have no clue what to call it... So anyone with a name suggestion would be huggled lots.
thanks =)
Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 12:47 am
Night's Haiku
A sweet night shivers. Cascading water soars, This Sea over the sky.
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