Thursday 7 July 2011

This poem sort of came to me spontaneously. Half of it I don't know what it means. About halfway through I felt like I was writing this for my sister, so I'm dedicating it to her.

I can’t tell you what it means to me,
I can’t tell you why you’re me for me,
I can’t tell you what you are for me,
I can’t tell you why I am.

Like a friend you’re there for me,
Like a brother you’ve given me,
Like a slave you’ve done for me,
But I can’t tell you why I am.

Something more than what it seems,
Something more than love for me,
Something more than friends we’ll be,
But I can’t tell you why I am.

I’m always glad to see you’re face,
Something like amazing grace,
Why, I’ll never know the reason,
But I can’t tell you why I am.

Dedicated to my sister Londa.

English Vintner

2 comments:

  1. hmm. I don't know what to say. Thank you feels very inadequate. it made me cry, if that means anything to you. So thank you.

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  2. She tots deserves this. Here's to Londa.

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