My Tears...... To savannah!

My tears are just flowing,
like the verses of your poem,
"warped and twisted"
Wish I,m there to help,
but my hands are too short,
even to raise.
My heart, only a feeling unseen,
another break to the broken.
My sorrow, more than words can say.

Not to lengthen your brief pain,
with my undue grief.
But with my caring thought,
wish the dying angel another feel,
of the the sun,
as it will come back again to her.
To you, I say cheer!
Hope never got a last bustop,
Where it quit, miracle supplant!


Dedicated: To Savannah.