A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Her lips were lined with rouge.
Daily she was adorned
If not to show off her joy,
To sign her letters
And leave no doubt it was her
Sending her dreams and love.
At sight of her sealed kiss
All recievers knew
Their memory was with her
And she with them.
Her soul was treasured forever
In boxes, in hearts, and in smile,
In all the places beyond her home,
And all the years beyond her time.
Words Worth While 