Sandra Kovacs was my friend and I will miss her.
The Mystic
We talked last night
And remembered
As the wind howled
The temperature dropped
A cold yesterday
There was no need to hurry
A woman spinning
Her warn
Casting shadows in
The bright sunlight
As the wind howled
You are of the trees
With your country mind
Disguised as a simple man
There will be an opportunity
To become a hero
Your destiny
Will be your choice
The temperature dropped
We all have wounds
Some of our own making
Some so deep
When we reach bottom
It is only the clear water
Of collected tears
Words forgotten
The idea remains
A cold yesterday
Across time she is remembered
Emotions stirred
Like sands in the hourglass
Slipping to fill the heart
A container like a glass jar
On a shelf
All is revealed
There was no need to hurry
annellannell 
very rich, Annell….
with these lovely words, your friend is truly immortal
Thanks for your comments. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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She is beautiful, an awakened and centered woman. You have honored her beautifully with this poem, Annell. It is mystical, just like its subject.
Wonderful tribute!
No need to hurry…i can imagine that security in her being..and still being with you..her beautiful face and your strong tender words seem very fitting.. x
Lovely poem for your friend. My favorite lines are when we reach bottom, it is only the clear water of collected tears.
well written. verse 4 really speaks to my own emotions.
smiles…you capture your friends character well and it seems there is something we can all relate to it is carrying those wounds with us…i am sorry for your loss but happy for the time you had with her…
Thank you for your words. She was a wonderful, quiet, graceful person, my privilege to have known her. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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A beautiful tribute Annell, made me hope you will write one for me, my friend. Your friend would be warmed and comforted by your beautifully expressed feelings. Sad for your loss, but your poems speaks of a deep well of acceptance. She knew she was loved,
Elizabeth
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Of those I have known, her life was well lived and complete, something we can’t say for all. We never know exactly what we think until we write, or at least it is so for me. Thank you for your comments. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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What a lovely tribute to your friend, Annell. A poignant piece of writing. I need a box of kleenex reading these poems, I just came from Brenda’s elephant story. Oh, dear.
Pamela