Bertha

I go to the

Gray double house

Twice a week

To see

How your sister is.

Although you died

Three years ago,

I feel you are here

Remembering our many talks

And the happy hours

Spent together.

It took a while

To get over the hurt

But now when I ride

To the house I can

Recall the past

Without being

Brought to

Tears.

by

Arlyn I. Edelstein