Ellen

So many things to say
So many feelings slowly stepping into the room
Silently, one by one
What makes me cry is that you have always
Been a little girl
All your life and mine
And it is not based on sadness

That is what you really are to me
Everything else was and now is nothing.

I miss you very much, Ellen. I never ever called you that, and I should have.

I am happy I said I love you last time we spoke, and I should have done it many many many more times. But you know I do. I know I do.

Ellen 1935-2008