The Poetry of Gerry Anne Lenhart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

27: Today Was Like A Day In Paradise

Today was like a day in Paradise
Just like the day you left
This earth
And whispered
I love you, Gerry
The sweet smell of Easter broom
The yellow daffodils
Wild flowers
Bursting into bloom
As if for the first time
I felt you with me today
Every minute
I love you, too, dear friend
Longer than forever
And someday I want you to tell me
Is heaven really better
Georgia
Than a Spring day
On Earth?

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