by I Am
Margery Kennedy, beautiful woman
- lady that I adore;
not a love of amour
but retained by your rapport.
You were my friend who saw me out
of a shell I self imposed
and freed me from my own demise,
Oh! The years have done you well,
your face reflects with cheers
the witty words and clever lines
we've shared throughout the years.
You have touched me in my life,
and to my very soul,
and if ever I had a wife,
I'd hoped she'd cast your role.
Now, in this time of agony
the world's a darker place
without the blessing of your smile
and radiance of your face.
And though you have removed yourself
from those who love you most,
in this poem you'll always be,
a welcome gracious ghost.
I bid you come and haunt me
in your enchanting way,
Marge, my dear, dear-dear friend,
that I have lost today.