Erica
She lives in my dreams, for she lives for all dreams
A beautiful friend for all to see.
She smiles like the bridges that cross abyss,
We look for her smile when all is amiss.
Erica is America for all that she does,
A woman with life,
Flying high with peaceful white doves.
Go with God, my friend, your top of the line.
My life is enriched with your friendship sublime.
poem by John Shea
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