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Caitlynn is my muse. She is quite annoying at times, but I have no choice but to put up with her.

Her original name was not Caitlynn; that is the name she chose when I asked what her name was. She couldn't remember her original name, so made that one up ^_^

The first one of two for/about her.

NB: She is not a real person, though she once was. She is part of me, but was once just as alive as me.

Submitted:Aug 9, 2007    Reads: 150    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

in a pale blue dress,
she sits with an air of authority.
emerald eyes smile silently,
always working on a poem,
always ready to take me over
using me as her channel

a true girl at heart,
she loves flowers and her husband
but he died fighting
in the second boer war.
she still thinks of him,
and still wants to be with him

she stayed alive for her sister
but disease struck the family

in her final moment,
she saw her love,
and he led her to
eternal life


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