Poems from Elizabeth Wittasek
Maybe it's the way we laugh,
Maybe it's the way we talk,
but in a way we always find
The way for life's communicate.
A risk is always...
A memory, a call,
of times lost long ago.
Of laughter that will always fall
that day not long ago.
We missed the sign
that could have...
Dear Death,
We are Strong!
Yes, broken, but Strong.
We have seen you near and far
And getting closer, so it seems.
Yet this time our...