Farewell, my Faina
Your delicate presence,
Brief, slight appearance,
Dissipates as dandelion puffs.

Farewell to my
Chantilly lace bride,
Joyous twinkling eyes,
A hope born of Faith.

Farewell to Russian spyskies,
And the shake-shake-shake,
Potato peelers and holidays,
Alight from warmth within.

Farewell to men of gingerbread,
Where will they live now?
Or will they lie,
Unshapen, lifeless in the bowl.

Farewell to an adventure,
A girl’s junket,
Stringing beads,
Rolling pins and pies.

Farewell sweet nesting,
Downton Abbey marathons,
Reading, bundled,
Into unconsciousness.

Farewell my unborn babe,
Tendrils of you and mine,
A countenance divine,
Held for another hour.

Farewell to a hummingbird’s
Whisper of laughter and lightness,
No uncertainty and hesitation,
Now decisive with direction.

Farewell book well read,
Book well worn,
Book well loved.
Last page, The End.

Farewell my Snow Princess,
In search of Forsythia,
Who must,
Crack a new binding,

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