there was a certain sigh Gypsy made
when she was saying several things
as she settled down
on her red leather chair
for a long winters nap
she knew she was lucky
to be where she was
not cold or hungry
she knew she was loved
and needed
as the sugar plum fairies
began to dance in her head
she always gave that
totally contented sigh
its a cold winter morning
here at the cabin
it is not the same with out her
I miss her still
as I think I heard her sigh
just one more time
it caught my heart
just like it use to
Monday, December 5, 2011
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