Rebecca

31 Mar 90

Rebecca

Rebecca, you had a way.
When you walked by,
All were aware of you aura's passing.
Your strides were confident
And your pace even
And your feet unheard
And the wind everso gently
Would surf the waves of your mane.
I used to long just to be
The friend of any friend
Who walked by your side.
I longed and wished and prayed,
But it was all for nothing
As I realized that your radiant aura
Was not fortitude
Nor beauty from your smile
Nor worthiness of respect,
But disdain
For us who thought you were better than you really were.