One a bud, no fairer a love did grow.
In Spring I saw it blooming in the morn.
Hither strong winds and light breezes did blow,
yet, the bud did bloom; a flower was born.
The fall never daunted the vibrant love;
It grew, as the flower, with the morning dew.
The flower soon turned to the sun above.
Like an ocean so true, the sky, so blue.
Upon a lovely pink colored flower
With an air of gloom, surrounded by gloom,
Which, alas, wilted away hour by hour,
I found the ultimate of winter's doom.
How sad a woe, a heavy grace I bear,
In the lose of a love that's deemed so fair.
She wrote this on September 23, 1986. It appears she may have submitted this to a poetry contest or magazine.
