My best friend's mother died on Wednesday.Of leukemia, my best friend is torn up about it.She was a nice person.She was sarcastic,which in turn made her funny too. There are so many questions that he asked me that I did not have the answers to. I wish I did but I don't think that would help.Well in any case I wrote this poem in her memory... Gone ----- You were the only other person I called lady I always thought you were nice to me You were someone I could respect Little small things you gave me I did not expect How you told me Jesse had few friends You trusted me cause you knew I would go down with him to the end That I would help him Try to keep him from sin Because you told me he's a good person There has never been a burden For your worth could not be measured in comparison It feels like everything has been handed and turned in Because you aren't there Because it doesn't seem fair You wont be very far Looking down on us from the sky Watching us with an ever careful eye ------- In memory of Beatrice Villareal