The touch of her soft hand <br />i remember it well. <br />i hear her voice; <br />she still dwells <br />dear aunt rochelle. <br /> <br />How i have missed you <br />and your glow. <br />The tales you told me <br />such a long time ago. <br />Your storys of france <br />and the chateau. <br />the secrets youve told me <br />and still nobody knows <br /> <br />I remember your collection <br />of big exotic hats <br />with feathers and jewlery <br />all kinds of nick nacks <br /> <br />I also remember your beauty <br />and how your presance <br />graced the room <br />like the soft glow <br />of an angel <br />wearing the best perfume <br /> <br />Everybody knew and loved you <br />and always wanted to talk <br />but they never knew you <br />like i did <br />so we would go take a walk <br />and you would tell me <br />how much you did regret <br />starting to smoke <br />as you lit a cigerette. <br /> <br />I found a friend in you. <br />a friend ill never forget <br />and the way you treated me <br />differently from anyone you met <br /> <br />I one day asked, <br />i was only 10 years old, <br />why i was so different <br />and there she told me <br />how i reminded her <br />of herself <br />when she was a child <br />by everything i did <br />and she shed a tear and smiled. <br />Then she sung to me <br />one last story <br />the melody still echos <br />in my head, <br />she made me promise <br />her that i would never do what she did: <br />to not do what she wanted <br />and followed someone elses path instead. <br />and i still swear on <br />every word i said. <br /> <br />At her funeral <br />a thousand tears were shed <br />heaven couldnt wait. <br />I still swear on every word i said. <br /> <br />.For Shelly.<br /><br />Chelsey Sanes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angel-to-dust/
