Three Women (Written May 25)

Three Women

 

One’s alive even at this date.

Two others, both younger,

Died before their time.

 

To have known them,

And loved them, I’m

The lucky one.

 

What happiness, together,

What tears, what fun,

However brief.

 

Remarkable, each in her

Own way, what grief

When it’s done.

 

With fading memory,

Like the evening sun

Shining through

 

Darkening clouds, I wonder

What did I ever do

For them?

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