I was an ordinary salesclerk
The morning my mother woke me up
To tell me that you died
She told me that she didn't understand
Why they were showing yr wedding
But it made sense when they said you died
In a Paris tunnel trying to outrun the Paparazzi
With a tender heart....
You would love yr grandchildren
And how yr sons are standing up for their wives
I guess you're seeing it from above
With tears in yr angelic, blue eyes
I had taken time off work to watch the funeral with my mother. Great tribute, LeeAnn!
A beautiful tribute and great remembrance to a gentle soul. Very touching.
ONE: Dear LeeAnn, I still remember everything occurred that day, she was murdered by the secret police of the Scotland yard, very tragic and very sad, because she was with her lover, the eldest son of that tradesman.
TWO: The car-accident was set up, they let the driver drink much wine and there was a small Fiat Panda which 'caused' the accident
Oh How ever so heart breaking! .. A beautiful tribute to one loved so dear! .. Beyond #ing! ..+++++++++++++
What a wonderful woman she was! Befitting tribute my friend! Heart touching!
Your beautiful tribute touched my heart, LeeAnn. How well I remember that sad day. Great writing.
I remember that day. So tragic and shocking. Good work, LeeAnn. I especially like the ending.
A poignant poem. A noteworthy tragic episode to be remembered forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a tender loving poem of remembrance. Many a tear will be shed, remembering...