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Zdsww.jpeg"><figcaption>copyrighted by author</figcaption></figure><p id="7785">Thank you for reading my poem. Lynda was a most amazing human being, the most fiercely loyal friend a person could have, and something of a closet poet. She wrote rhymes and verses about mini-critters like ladybirds and ants. She would love that she’s infected me with the poetry bug!</p><p id="ffeb">Lynda always supported me in everything I did, professionally, personally, spiritually. She was usually the first person to like, comment and share my posts on Facebook. I have little doubt she would have been here with me on Medium, clapping, highlighting and commenting. I might have even been able to convince her to come out of her poetry closet and share her writing with the world.</p><p id="2e7b">I feel truly blessed to have known Lynda. And equally blessed to have found a rose that is so undeniably her. It seems beyond coincidence that her rose should bloom just in time for her birthday. Tha

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nk you, Soul Sister. 💕</p><p id="0931">This poem is what I call a <a href="https://readmedium.com/is-a-poem-is-a-dribble-is-a-eb449d00c5c5">thribble</a> - a poem composed of three dribble stanzas i.e. a trio of 100-letter quatrains.</p><p id="420b">You can read another of my thribbles, <i>In the Moment Gone</i>, <a href="https://readmedium.com/is-a-poem-is-a-dribble-is-a-eb449d00c5c5">here</a>.</p><div id="c3c1" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/is-a-poem-is-a-dribble-is-a-eb449d00c5c5"> <div> <div> <h2>Is a poem, is a dribble, is a …?</h2> <div><h3>The trouble with labels</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*9Z4zt6jjsOAru6qXZ970Sg.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Love & Loss | In Memoriam | Poetry

Soul Sister

a poem to honor my BFF’s birthday

Dear Lynda, I write this on your birthday with a photo of a rose planted for you in fond memory and now the subject of my prose.

A rose that embodies all of you – tones of coffee, peach & lavender, a sweet, tender fragrance and a name so truly you, Soul Sister.

Nothing’s the same since you passed away; your rose helps ease my pain. I hear you say, I love you - just wish I could see you again.

Happy Birthday to my BFF, Lynda. ❤️ 👼

Thank you for reading my poem. Lynda was a most amazing human being, the most fiercely loyal friend a person could have, and something of a closet poet. She wrote rhymes and verses about mini-critters like ladybirds and ants. She would love that she’s infected me with the poetry bug!

Lynda always supported me in everything I did, professionally, personally, spiritually. She was usually the first person to like, comment and share my posts on Facebook. I have little doubt she would have been here with me on Medium, clapping, highlighting and commenting. I might have even been able to convince her to come out of her poetry closet and share her writing with the world.

I feel truly blessed to have known Lynda. And equally blessed to have found a rose that is so undeniably her. It seems beyond coincidence that her rose should bloom just in time for her birthday. Thank you, Soul Sister. 💕

This poem is what I call a thribble - a poem composed of three dribble stanzas i.e. a trio of 100-letter quatrains.

You can read another of my thribbles, In the Moment Gone, here.

Is a poem, is a dribble, is a …?

The trouble with labels

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