The Last Day of August

The last day of August now holds such pain and despair. It used to mean the end of the Summer and carefree air.

The last day of August used to mean the joy of making another year. Now it’s just a reminder that you’re no longer here.

God did you have to take away my cousin, my sister, my friend. She thought she’d be here until the end.

She wanted St. Lucia and a carefree life, not to leave us tormented and in strife!

So young you left your sister half, your daughter and grandbaby…

But because of your love you’ve left us all stronger and fearless, and that’s no maybe.

Donna, our love, our light and glory, one day we’ll be together again and continue our story…

All my love forever…Resa