A Flower In The Charlotine Times Poem by Nika McGuin

She lay there
like a wilted flower
unrecognizable, as the person I'd known

The woman I knew,
was a beautiful flower
full of charm, full of sass,
but most of all - full of heart

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Nine months of weekly visits
warm embraces and stories shared
in the charlotine times
'but joy is brief, as summer's fun'
and malleable memory, is all that remains

An old voicemail, the gifts you gave me
I'll cherish them - and hoard them
the way you hoarded so many things
I only wish, I'd kept more of them
I only wish, I'd called more

If I had known
the end was so near
I would have...

Now I only wish, you
were still here

To Momo Charlotte with love,
May you R.I.P.
~ Your grandaughter