It’s been 14 years today since your life was taken from our hopes & dreams for you. Someone else determined your path. We know death is an illusion and you thrive elsewhere. Here is my Haiku poem for you as we still teeter on the edge for understanding.
Lisa’s life- no poem no song – only rain
For 14 years – how sharp – the silence
Stone cold – joy and grief – one brushstroke
A painted life – canvas expectations – framed white