I feel sorry for you.
You never had to chance to know the amount of happiness and joy Elizabeth Jane Tincher once possessed.
She never made you a pot of her vegatable soup.
She couldn't have.
She couldn't even get out of her chair.

You could have met her.
But you're too late.

You're too late to know this tremendess woman.
She won't hug you hello and good-bye,
And a few times in between.
She won't hold your head in her lap when you're not well.
You'll never hear her call and sing to you on your telephone.

I hate to tell you this,
But she was wonderful,
And she was beautiful,
And you missed it.

08/12/2011

Posted on 08/13/2011
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