Sad

They know her, but they won't know her I fear.

They won't know this beautiful woman,

sweet beyond the most succulent honeysuckle,

kinder than the most forgiving saint,

soft beyond any cloud imaginable,

more fun than the wildest amusement park.

Always there with a warming hug,

a tasty dessert she calls "breakfast",

a smile you need only look into her eyes to see,

loving words that never judge,

a heart of only the purest gold.

A better woman than I could ever be.

They know her now

but I fear they won't know her,

won't remember,

won't be able to appreciate

all that makes her the most perfect person I've ever met.

I want a few more years for them.

Their souls would be elevated

by memories of her.

Of all the things I can give them,

this one I cannot.