September 19, 2020: Bobby Russ
Tonight, I was feeling creative. It's a good feeling. I love creating. Always have and have done various methods of it over the years. I wrote something for her to honor her.
Her Final Symphony
(9/19/20)
Dedicated to Renee Row
Lost in a sea of hurt and emotional boil
During a tribulation of this mortal coil
She sat trying to hide in a world online
Lost everything that she could call "mine"
On a mattress in a closet she slept
Internally, quietly she wept
She looked for a friendly smile
Sought over many a mile
Several sought to use her
Make their intentions a blur
As her heart did yearn
The truth she would learn
She would catch a creator's eye
Made him want to be that guy
Through a screen such tender words
Made their hearts fly like the birds
It was a risk...
Would it be brisk?
Roll the dice...
Is it too high of a price?
Decisions, decisions made
Hesitations would fade
Down came a plan
He would become her biggest fan
It would become a story of love
Seemed to be destined by above
They would be together for years
Through Joys, tears, and fears
Until... that fateful day
When death would a visit pay
There'd be no more smiles
No more frequent together miles
Her voice would be gone
His queen would be sacrified like a pawn
Taken away forever and ever
Forgotten from this world? Never...
Her Final Symphony would be grand
No matter fate's delt hand
She was the song stuck in his head
She sung to him even though she's dead
The memories of past years
They bring happy tears
She would be honored by them
And forever loved by him
A true home they made
Her voice will never fade
As the years go...
There's no greater foe
Than forgetting a memory here
That's why it's recorded there
To never let the song end
Of my love and my best friend