







My heart hurts.
I miss your phone calls,
every morning: 9 am
Your voice cheerful
Joking, coaxing me to rise
To shine-Sleepyhead
I’m sorry I snapped at you
Once, maybe twice
I wish you’d call now.
I would laugh, and cry
Happy tears.
You wanted people to cry
When you died; it means they love you so
So I love you so I love you so
I’d even rub your tiny feet
And not complain…
Now you are sleeping
And you won’t call
So I will cry, and eat ice cream…
Because we did that together, you and I
I will miss you Bevvie Green.
You are a superstar ❤️

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Plumage of gold and green/
Saturated color, only in dreams/
She flies above my winter bed/
A ribbon tangled round her head/
Beauty’s song is muted now/
Yet so pure and eloquent/
I try to catch her, hold her down/
I need to know what her song meant/

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