For my sisters, Siobhan and Aisling

Goodbye

A poem by Brianna | 8/27/2007

My fingers lightly touch the keys
my mind is filled with memories
of times I wish were here

My fingers make
the soft notes sing
of a day I wish would not come

The melody sends it's message
out
through the room

Can you hear
how much I love you?
Does my soul not
pour through to you?

I wish I could stay and play
and play so day
would stay

But as the last notes go
sailing through the last winds of the day
I realize
I cannot stay

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Aisling | Tue, 09/04/2007 - 6:59am

I love you... And your song was beautiful.
- me